Some journeys begin without noise, No celebration, no cheering voice. Just a single step on an empty road, With a heart unsure of the weight it holds.
By Alexander Mind24 days ago in Poets
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
By Latisha Fairfull25 days ago in Poets
When I was about 7 or 8, I planted a tree on a land that’s not mine. It was part of a program, or perhaps, just a holiday inspired by colonization
By Oneg In The Arctic25 days ago in Poets
Your eyes held empathy I feel melting in my chest days later while I pretend to be alright for everybody else who knows me better
By The Dani Writer25 days ago in Poets
Winter entralls the Earth... A spark, a burst, a flash of Life... Succumbing Pressure...
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️25 days ago in Poets
Trust is a fragile, delicate thing, easily broken, more easily shattered, the shrapnel goes through a metamorphosis, becomes
By Harper Lewis25 days ago in Poets
Do Not Buy Second Hand Mirrors Do not buy second hand mirrors, they have already learned how to watch, they have held faces that never returned,
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets
I carry the world. I fix the problems. I find solutions. I'm the problem solver. No one carries me, I carry others. If I receive help, it comes at a cost.
By Lindsey Altom25 days ago in Poets
My Panic Attacks are back Panic attacks are back again, please God take them away. They arrive without warning, stealing the calm from my day.
Chionophobia The snow arrives without asking my name, it settles on roofs and cars like a held breath, my home wrapped in white, silent and still,
This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his MOTHER! This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his CHILD! This is what his family wanted, but I'm never his GRANDPARENTS!
By 365poetry25 days ago in Poets
I was born before the world learned how to blink. Back when silence had weight, and time carried a smell— dust, warm grass, metal in the sun.
By Alain SUPPINI25 days ago in Poets
