The supports are rotting. I feel every creak and pop, A symphony of decrepitude, Joints unreliable and failing. It's harder to arise each morning,
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Dark, It was dark all around him, Cramped, He could barely move, The walls trapping him wouldn't budge,
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
The time is beautiful, with the gentle summer of May. Season after season of flowers, and one storm after another, the depth of greenery represents the luxuriance of the seasons and the vitality of life.
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
I've been worried sick Not hearing from you Knowing you're struggling Knowing I can't help But not knowing what is happening
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
I spent the day well Even when the sun is setting, I feel emotional I hugged her with great excitement The stars I see in her eyes
Speak not to me of EMOTIONS That diaphanous duality of our soul's need for belonging...a sheer multi-faceted fountain of thoughts, needs, feelings, hate, desire and a need to be wanted, loved and cherished
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Roaming, a million years prior, Our story shrouded in mystery. One girl, determined, Knowledge to learn, Made our existence known.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
SOULS REINCARNATE LOVERS LOVE WHILE HATERS HATE MELANIE MARTINEZ REMOVED HER SONG THAT WENT WITH MY PROSE. I WROTE TO HER. NOT STEALING HER SONG. ACTUALLY PROMOTING IT. GREED IS RAMPANT
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Sitting in the meadow Out under the stars He sits watching Over the yards Protecting all From the pests That roam the area
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
And suddenly, It didn’t hurt so much anymore Train of thoughts on a paper, Moving so quickly, my pen caught fire
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
In the grand book of life, each page holds a tale, A story unique, where each soul sets sail. We're the main characters, in our own spotlight,
By Mia Dwi Arifiyanti2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of a serene meadow, where whispers weave, Stands a wise old willow, its branches to receive. Beneath its gentle boughs, a world unfurls, A tapestry of memories, where time twirls.
By Caden2 years ago in Poets
