Her, my best friend: - Me, her not-so-best friend: Hey, I think I am not doing so well. Her, my best friend: What's wrong? Please tell!
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
Heart: Let us chase the dreams that our love has designed Mind: But what if they lead to a destiny undefined? Heart: Where passion and purpose will forever entwine
By Meerah2 years ago in Poets
A special kind of joy blooms beneath the buds of a cherry blossom tree Newfound wonders a delightful epiphany played in brassy bright trumpet calls
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
If I take you there, will you promise to behave, when I throw the boomerang?
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Oh, the cutie, you are here, running on my fresh cookies, inside the container. Did you crawl in When my mom cooked, and packed them?
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
I feel like a raisin. You look like a grape. Last night was fucked. It was good to see you laugh. Want a drag? This rooftop has good air.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
A weaker soul would have erased it Never wanting to recall Nerves exposed, completely unfit Impetus as a tethered ball Vile and violent the memories
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In moonlit whispers, shadows dance, A tender glance, a stolen chance, Her eyes, a sea, deep and wide, Pull me gently, like the tide.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
“I thought he was the love of my life.” “I’m sorry that he wasn’t the one.” “I thought I was going to be his wife.” “There’s only so much you could’ve done.”
By Cat the Autist2 years ago in Poets
who is that? Who is racing ahead of me? Is that a boy or a girl? My name is Leslie. Leslie can be a boy or girl name. Pleased to meet you. I live under the water. I’m a girl.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
They say, what goes up... will always find its way down The world is a circus The whole world loves a clown Keep your eye on the prize
We all have goals and places to go. We are all on a journey, one that only we can take. We may bring others along but the choices are ours.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
