So you had to lie again In all those broken promises Leaving everything in shambles Every word you say is discounted No one believes you anymore
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Poets
Twittles are 4 lines and 100 letters total Poetry in the form of a twittle One hundred words is not little Back to school soon - Labor Day
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
She knew this was it, Intuition both in heart and gut validated, Live or die, that's the option. Except, what if she still weighed the benefits of Both in her mind?
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
With every challenge, willpower—a muscle—strengthens, a force so long-lasting it surpasses everything others. Emerging firm, unshaken by the strain, it is created in the furnace of adversity.
By LASZLO SLEZAKabout a year ago in Poets
Serving last looks to those whose words left them years prior was love. A stroke, a condition, a cancer, it didn't matter; the end was the same.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Folks love to lure folklore into their cabins at midnight. Inviting the antichrist architects of madness and nightmares and
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
It comes through the window. A hole not punched but punctured, a clean wound, bleeding no shards. There is, remarkably, no shimmer of glass upon the rug.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
'Tis early September, the night of the Buck Moon when day begins to concede and night seeps in slowly as if it had no knowledge of the hours and months ahead that it would overtake.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
How can I trust my nose? When it likes the smell of petrol, Volatile, Sharp, and Harsh. ----------- How can I trust my skin?
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Poets
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She waits, holding her breath, so as not to utter her thoughts In sounds that her heart might speak.
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
“Silence!” she barks across the classroom, “or you will lose your break time.” And so an indignant sea of faces turn their attention back to their workbooks and continue with their
By Beth Sarahabout a year ago in Poets
Now when oppression has risen above justice and the democracy has changed to Autocracy It’s time to change those puppeteer in power,
By Mohd Ahsanabout a year ago in Poets
