Almighty Jesus is the savior of the Good Southern Man, But the women of the South hum a different tune. Corporate woman in New York sings hymnals about
By Bri Craig2 years ago in Poets
he told me about how he got high for the first time on New Years Eve which was why he stopped responding to my texts at 11 pm
By Huan Huan 2 years ago in Poets
Sitting for hours To have her picture done Daring not to move Not even to blink For fear that the painter Will get everything all wrong
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Fireflies in a jar Full of roses Lighting up the night And filling up the room With the scent of the petals Like the rose,
Sometimes I wonder if people crave religion the way I do. I also wonder if people feel the need to run away like I do. Have they also found silence on the other end of their prayers and still see their own vacant eyes on the otherside of the world. What am I looking for? What have I always been looking for? Comfort? Stability? Have I damned myself in youth, filling my mind with my own utterings? I wonder if its the same force within me that hasn't let me sleep. You cannot be vulnerable with sleep. You cannot be vulnerable with belief. You cannot be vulnerable with others. You cannot be vulnerable in body. It feels like its been a war since the day I was born. But thunder still cracks and I still jump. How long will I pretend I'm not scared? How long will I be looking for something I won't let myself find? One day I hope my writing won't be so full of questions. Is it a night terror or a spirit? Will I ever know?
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
Do my words mean anything? They lack the beauty of poetry, they lack the consistency of stories. I'm held at gun point to produce something palatable. I'm a
Poem: SPRING RAIN I am the daughter of the loom Weaving silk all year round with my old mother A child's heart is still like a white silk tree
By PhoTuc2 years ago in Poets
A babbling brook careening down every
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
BEANS CAN WAIT FOR WATER TO GROW, YOU CAN ALSO WORK CALMLY! If you have talent, don't rely on talent The word talent is a rhyme with the word tai.
I woke up, I talked to my friend, There was a misunderstanding, I confided in the man of my dreams, I felt better, I went to bed.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
Along the twisted path, Branch after branch Claws at our limbs. Danger lurks behind Each, eerie embankment. Fear quickly rises
By Elizabeth Petit2 years ago in Poets
Break the cycle of what-ifs and Constant reminiscing on the past. I miss moments when I Danced in the rain with my Eyes closed, feeling the water tickle my cheeks. I was
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
