Mother, I am but a fragment of you, A cloth longing to imbue a different hue, A caged bird yearning to soar free, Uncertain whether I'm the black swan or the white.
By Wishorizon762 years ago in Poets
My name is Life. I live under a bridge. I eat from the dustbins. I'm always asking for money. I stand by the robots. I'm always asking for food from every car that passes.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A teacher who taught at a neighborhood school Had dreamt up a project believing it’s cool She gave to her children an interesting task
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
Daddy; Do you remember calling me 'your little star?' I was always daddy's little girl, And you used to take me out in your car.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Poets
Epidural touches, not her pain; red hair genetics shut off eumelanin Chin-up child cradles womb, mother sighs while baby stalls
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Fingertips levitate, millimeter voids above, my lips, trembling epitaphs, along your legs. Lonely whimpering as the cracking
By Cilian Murphy2 years ago in Poets
People just like me. They take advantage of me. They became lovers, thanks to me. They are making love because of me. They loathe each other because of me.
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My home is untidy, though it is clean; Busy, but my granddaughter is shouting, Should I ignore her? then I'd be mean. My lounge is cluttered with toys,
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
