Remnants of the past Barley survive if it wasn't for only One website The farm is gone Lingering in the past With only a carrot pin
By Ocusan M5 months ago in Poets
...and yet why do i keep clicking the button and dive into the rabbit hole that is humanity turning into animals no worse than animals
By Alexandria Stanwyck5 months ago in Poets
Work, work, work, working Men, women, working on tasks till completion paid. a working man too (pexels.com)
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Poets
Labor and the workingman/woman of ambition and the ambitious individuals belonging to a group organization organized of various
Hair tied up in a messy bun Sweat pants stained from children’s fun battles lost and slamming doors Laundry mountains, sticky floors
By Abi Rose Travis5 months ago in Poets
Stop Crying! Why can’t you? No end to the Pathetic answers 💦 Stop Crying! Tears flow Wails fly Gasping snorts 💦
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
I still wait at the old station bench where we once counted trains, Where your scarf trailed behind you in the winter wind,
By Zidane5 months ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Looking over top of the hill The one found in a million greeting cards There’s a well worn path down To a pile of my broken bones covered in dust
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
BlackPool Lights 2025 Blackpool lights burn bright again a tower dressed in fire and rain the night alive the crowd stood near
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Sometimes I think about a time where my parents never met A world my mama couldn't miss me Because she hasn't met me yet
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Poets
I know some say that silence is golden. but for me, silence is heavy. so I speak with colors. with brush strokes. with broken chords on a guitar.
