How does one go about describing the kind of guilt I feel? Guilt of my lack of guilt. It is trying to know you can never have what you want how you want it.
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
If time would not erode the lives that we are livin And the wind carried the loads of the things that we've forgiven Could we paint us a picture
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
A girl’s reaching fingers find his waiting pinky. Dainty and delicate and childlike in their clumsy eagerness. Small enough to wrap all five comfortably ‘round his one,
By Raeanne Patterson2 years ago in Poets
I blame my friend and this is impossible That friend, I love what is said seems very sensible This is a very beautiful statement what he just said
By el hariti adil2 years ago in Poets
unfettered feet glide one thin cord between us, I tether earth to sky __________ Copyright © 05/01/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
I hate when people ask about you As if your pain is mine to share. You’re tougher than I’ll ever be, But the heartache is yours to bare.
By Darby S. Fisher2 years ago in Poets
The notion of being swooned into a whirlwind of romance is a tale long told, Admonishing the beauty of efforts in oozing passion is a narrative untold.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind. In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
In the tapestry of life's grand display, Through resilience, I found my own pathway, With courage and grace, I faced each array,
By R.T. Garner2 years ago in Poets
In temples adorned with marigold, She sits upon a lotus throne, Her golden skin aglow with blessings, Lakshmi, the goddess we call our own.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
The sun dips low, a golden hue, Across the rooftops, clear and blue. The world outside begins to slow, A gentle hush, a time to know
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Ask me in December when the round, low weight of my abdomen is sleeping in the red bassinet by the footboard of our bed.
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Poets
