Silence It’s a repeating sense of violence Learning to Rise above the worries of life Entering a sense of pride Noting that everything has a place, a chance, a moment in time
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
Shivers cascade over my body, engulfing me from head to toe. I imagine that your kiss, your embrace will be everything that I need.
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Sanctuary with straps. Innerverse leaks oozes from beyond the four humors. Late or too early. Ether that poisons with kindness between two American Dad episodes.
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Sudden savior sinks to shrugs. Inner monologue becomes cyanide; fast-acting in slow-mo. Lord of lengthy absences, sure.
Be proud of what you've done. No one needs to be proud for you. The Proud Store is free and unlimited, Don't make other's shop for you.
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
Sweet little footsteps once filled this home, Innocent voices singing in the air. Left alone, staring at the clock, Empty homes are quiet until the ringing of the school bell.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
If both sides claim you, you are probably doing something wrong. If both sides critique you, you are probably doing something right.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of a day without edges, I steep in the gentle green of routine. Buldak simmers, a spicy whisper From my brother's careful hands.
By Winryabout a year ago in Poets
What is real? What is fake? What has transpired before me that brings me to my current state? What makes love real? What is love to you?
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
Hair… so fair Eyes sparkling like blue ice chips Bristling with energy, enthusiasm, excitement He seems to fly Then dives…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
