Love is a power. That we receive when we fall in love. Love is a power. That we gain when we say we love. When we feel the true beauty of love in our lives.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
What is this? This cyclical introspection I go through. What seems to be about every seventeen days. Am I really willed? Purposefully?
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Self-serving bullshit flourished with little curlicues to incite a moment- a feeling-a yearning that’s always used as a muse,
By Angelica Salinasabout a year ago in Poets
Though we may not see the end of time in hand I cherish our Chapter of Genesis Forging a universal bond Chronicled by the storytelling stars
By Sincerely Robabout a year ago in Poets
white is the picket fence i use to bite with clung to my jaw as i pierce through the american dream finding curious ways to sharpen
By Veronica about a year ago in Poets
I am the petals of life withering with time. I hear the orchestras of Nostalgia playing Mother’s favourite song. I wonder about turning five again, viewing the world from my father’s back.
By Ruhi Hanan about a year ago in Poets
sometimes I imagine a world where I never sent you that wink and you never responded with those eloquent, insightful words
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Modeling school Lean back and start on your right foot Go by how the music feels Ready for the mall show Smoke in my eyes
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Poets
The humming will be what gets me Or the too bright lights God is it ever quiet, Now it’s too quiet There’s no in-between
By Katrina Thornleyabout a year ago in Poets
THE RAYS OF HOPE. The deep has become his reality As a hollow, started it off like Severally was he warned of the hollow
By Uchenna Igboanugo about a year ago in Poets
I found a crow feather on the ground today, black as the ace of spades, a single solitary agent of flight. * I thought of you, that time you told me finding
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
