It feels like my mother has been visiting me lately, a little more than a year after her passing. * Seems fitting, given that spooky season
By David Muñoz3 months ago in Poets
why do we feel the need to put expectations on love we don't need to be (or give something) to be deserving of a simple
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
I saw you once as my hero so, but the veil has lifted I see this no more! My hero you were, but the mask has faded.... The love and hugs all gone in one from the day you pushed me with that raw.
By Cryptic Edwards3 months ago in Poets
The cry of the huntress In the full of the night A call to her soldiers To come join in this fight - For the vermin are here
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 months ago in Poets
She woke with a weight she couldn’t explain, A fog in her chest, a thunder of pain. The mirror just echoed what she couldn’t see
By Roman B Jr.3 months ago in Poets
I Saw the Way the World Was... Broken... Dying... Filled with Lies and Deceits. There were Peddlers of Solutions and Assurances of Healing...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
Isn’t it wild to think How we’re just water and carbon and some other little pieces But how all those little pieces came from
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Ever since I was told I felt a vague emptiness A nagging, gnawing longing Why was I left in the cold? ********** My life has been good
By Andrew C McDonald3 months ago in Poets
I woke up in that dream again, last night Where I was wandering down memory lane The scenery was set in black and white And everyone I saw there, knew my name
Her Father Loved Her, Her Mother Was Her Friend Her father taught her to stand tall, her mother showed her how to bend without breaking.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Good evening my lovely Luna! Pray tell me how you’re faring Lonely? Far off in Outer Space… that’s the rumour! Gazing down, impassively staring
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 months ago in Poets
