This life It's growing on me Like vines up an abandoned home Clinging and clawing at the walls for support Does it ever have meaning?
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
We were set loose from an idea of what home meant long before we gained a sense of self. We became who we are because we left. We are defined by the leaving. Not by the staying. We are defined from that we were absent from.
By Shalsabout a year ago in Poets
Oh you who sits above men in this land; Have you forgotten that death sits above you? To have pillaged entire civilizations with such pride
By Literalcateabout a year ago in Poets
You were a white princess, a vision in satin, Sweet champagne exploding on your tongue. How soon after the winds started to change, their banshee howls
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
White satin sheets now painted crimson red like a murder scene Our pungent heavy aromatic scent looms hanging in the air, as if we were committing our dead endlessly; again and again
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The vastness of the ocean is where I feel most free, The wondrous waves, their motion miraculous, somewhat familiar to me,
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatárabout a year ago in Poets
We believe in love. With every moment we look at the person we love. We say we love. With every moment, the person we love holds our hand.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
And there I was Sliding out the womb Breath of fresh air, expected Delivered into stale air and a slanted room Apparently after my father’s pump and dump,
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
Every morning’s tender touch, First breath from furtive dreams, Dominoes of tagging thought, Trickling through the weave,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Changes Through the Years Looking back through the years Today I opened my ‘2023 my life songs’ Through all the tears of
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The flavor of the cherry yogurt brings back my childhood. The feeling of an itchy skirt reminds me of my adolescence. The smell of buttered peas evokes excitement of my youth.
By Salomé Saffiriabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers through the fog fade away I reach out for you but feel nothing but the misty air My surroundings blur, stealing the beauty of the distant waters
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
