I am from your roots, my homeland, my memories grew And from your branches, O sadness, my trees grew leaves And from the tears of sadness my drops overflowed
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
One day sadness passed and the heart embraced it. Didn't you know, O heart, that you carried the pain? And writing was forbidden, so sadness changed the system
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
When love was dropped and shattered And my poor heart lost to me I returned, bruised and battered To where my home used to be
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
The Man In A Camper Van In a camper van, old and worn, Sits a lazy man, with a heart half-torn. Dust on the dashboard, seats stained and frayed,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A kitten In A Christmas Tree In a Christmas tree so bright and tall, A naughty kitten decided to sprawl. With twinkling lights and ornaments so fine,
Take my hand, O wind, and show me the path to rest Take my hand, O stranger, to the fragrant flower forest Because I am impossible here and I have come to succeed
And between the fragments of the dragon's flame I found myself in the prisoner's space What do I have to do with this dragon?
Full of it, I sees... With many ingredients of steam Rising still From my skinny and Scrambling hands. Snuck by me, a very very very
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Football Crazy My grandson, football-crazy and bright, With every game, his heart takes flight. He cheers for teams with eyes all aglow,
What is the secret in you, O night? Like a star, you depart and return? What is the magic in you, O night? You rise at dusk and take refuge
