For this is the mountain I choose to live on it’s an arduous climb, still on I must go tentative vulnerability controls
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
They don’t remember me the way I remember them. I leech the details from the memories, suck them dry. A face, a name, the way my arms can be bent like a doll.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
About what happened in the past But I could not tell anyone Can someone lend their ears Do not give any advice Everything I will say
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
I'm useless Don't tell me that I can do all things I will just remind myself I'm unfocused and distracted I won't be swayed when people say
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Poets
In the hushed corridors of the mind's domain, Verse weaves tales of struggles, often arcane. "The Silent Battle," a collection profound,
By Unkown Me?2 years ago in Poets
A Bee Caught my attention Droning nearby in the Elephantine sunflowers – Flowers that joyfully reached Grandly toward the sky –
By Bekah Jimenez2 years ago in Poets
I used to struggle writing cover letters and personal statements. I still do. That white screen with a ticking “I” would count the hours passing by as my mind remained equally as blank.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Adapt to what I am By accepting what I’m dealt Cards of different houses Doled by chance or fate — Each card embossed with flora
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Poets
in out one two three four in and out. two two three four. don't fight don't scream don't grab the stick leave weapons all blunted
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Wood smoke and rain Revoke my pain Soak in through the layers and shadows to cleanse and feed my hungry soul once again
By Wild MacroLove 2 years ago in Poets
some days...the words will stay hidden like an immigrant in a little boat waiting to be coaxed to the safety of dry land sadly...sometimes the waters are far too rough and pull the words under
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
