The Walk of a Queen I walk, dragging my feet, a weight too heavy for my spirit to bear. Every breath feels like a burden,
By Noreenabout a year ago in Poets
House No. 4 In the heart of the lane, by the old sycamore, Stands a quaint little house, known as Number Four. With weathered gray walls and a door painted blue,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I was walking in the garden I heard the cry of crows under the cedar tree. I was surprised, I saw a crow was lifeless on the ground
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
Wedding and Parties is one of my many passions wedding day is a magical time party time is together time Wedding and Parties is one of my many passions
By Kelly Vedderabout a year ago in Poets
There’s Tito, belting out tunes like his life depends on it. Every note’s a little too high, but he’s giving it everything he’s got—
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
I've kneeled before the odds, sucking for air in space, praying that my kindness is the cure-all, drinking from empty canteens,
By Louise about a year ago in Poets
