So my little children, Today is a new day for you... As I always say, a new opportunity! You know, I know it's hard sometimes..
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Holding my hands from both sides wrapping my arms till they meet round behind contorting my body to hold itself to comfort myself
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
Our love is like a voice note, raw and unedited, Full of rambling thoughts, yet somehow poetic. With background noise of life in the mix,
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
Contented child, in chair with mother spooning sweet mush pears from rainbow lands where smiling faces last forever.
By Simon Aylward11 months ago in Poets
How many times did you promise? How many promises were broken? With all the help you received, You gave nothing in return.
By Robert Emmett11 months ago in Poets
Hollow Hands They come with open, trembling palms,in need of warmth, in search of calm.They drink the light you freely give,but leave you empty, hard to live.
By Katie L. Kashan11 months ago in Poets
Don’t look too close as you pass by those mountains Chances are you won’t like what you see Faces carved match the ones on the fountains
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Time Wasn’t Right The gears turned slow, the hands stood still, a craftsman bent to time’s cruel will. With careful touch, he shaped the past,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The cursed Elmo James There was a man born to the sinners, his name was Elmo James, on the day they christened him, the church burned down in flames.
The Collector of Tears He walks the alleys where sorrow lingers, cupped hands catching grief like rain. No words, no comfort only silence,
She washes her face- a soft, cotton pad, camomile cleanser, then rinse in warm water. Brushes her teeth- two minutes on setting 2.
By Deborah Robinson11 months ago in Poets
The fiery rage explodes; memory flashes, bubbles, froth, and rise. Water boils over in the copper kettle flames spit cartoonishly
