You aren’t the real thing An approximation Noting my quirks I desire flesh, suffering I want a girl as deep in bloody mud
By Jack Friendabout a year ago in Poets
Being soft in a concrete world does not mean I am fragile. My compassion, My Empathy does not mean I am easily
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I am not a slave to your conditional ways, I deserve to have my say, I deserve to be heard, I am not here just to listen to you,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Across years Through endless miles We imagined ourselves alone Fighting through hateful guile Building walls of strongest stone
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
To know is To be is to See is to Understand that the minds eye has no bounds. To think is to Imagine all the possiblities
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of dawn’s first breath, where the ground is softened by morning dew, a silent grace emerges, a fleeting shadow in the half-light.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Evolution is a chain that can never change back. Persecution is a stain in which pain can always trace back. Absolution is a price paid that can never give change back.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
Love is amazing, as it always keeps us strong. We should love in every moment. We should always be in love. Because we are who we are.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
Painting speaks from the soul. When eyes light up, they see your essence within. ... Brush strokes reveal truths
By Ravi Dabout a year ago in Poets
Responsibility** Responsibility, a weighty load, A burden borne, a path untrod. Yet, in its depths, a strength is found, A maturity that's truly profound.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
the Skippable** Some people, like ads that play on screen, A fleeting moment, a passing scene. They interrupt our lives, they break our stride, And leave us wishing they would hide.
