Why Did The Colours Run I washed the day with careful hands, believing what was bright would stay, reds and blues held their own names,
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
In hills, there is sand In rivers, there are tides . In thought, there's prayer In heart, there's hope In blood, there are roads
By Justin Keeling19 days ago in Poets
Do We Have To Die Do we have to die to matter, to finally be counted and known. Why does life wait for endings, before truth is fully shown.
Sand and shovel days Building sandcastles to live in Leaving footprints along the shore Greeting a new sunrise Enjoying life’s simple pleasures
By Rasma Raisters19 days ago in Poets
Somewhere in the distant past, burned many bridges behind me, was always able to understand, the fickle finger of fate,
London UK In Smog London wakes beneath the smog, a city breathing through grey. History clinging to every brick, as buses roar past each day.
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert19 days ago in Poets
I did not set out to read only those who would read me. I wanted all to read me, and to read them too. But no, most are fixated,
By Seema Patel19 days ago in Poets
Citizen of the Shelf, This message applies to you. The one with the barcode of someone’s, maybe branded across your forehead.
By Andre The First19 days ago in Poets
In the evening dusk, only for a while, the road became silent, facing the endless waves, listening to their melodious song,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka19 days ago in Poets
Winters Too Cold Summers Too Hot Winters too cold, summers too hot, nothing ever feels just right. We complain our way through seasons,
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
