When the Ink is Mine I set my voice upon the page where ink remembers every age the paper waited still for me to shape the words that needed free
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
even if they seemed like just a morning flame with the hardest surface on fire first, later just fighting to exist, and now coming closer to you looks like the peace is in there and the new order is already reordering everything that need it just like that just for now a luxurious way of yours that put one in the deepest state that lasts and lasts and it bring you back to life at One time
By Darkos6 months ago in Poets
Picking Flowers on a Spring Day Warm Cinnamon Buns fresh out of the oven Skinned knees while learning to ride a bike Playing Mario wearing my cowgirl hats and boots
By Judith Jascha6 months ago in Poets
They say when life gives you Lemons, make lemonade What to do when it gives you troubles in every shade? Oh, well! I know what to do, I've known it for years
By Maryam Batool6 months ago in Poets
Words can't describe this adequately so why try? Let's just enjoy it.
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
(Somewhere I Can’t Go) It feels like an eternity since I last heard your voice. Not a recording, not a dream, but you -
By Zakari Runge6 months ago in Poets
Can one poem mend what time has left in splinters? A memory—frayed at the edges, its colors fading like an old photograph
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Poets
A Silent Voice I laid my voice upon the ground where ink once bloomed in every sound the paper waited for my hand but silence claimed what I had planned
A Child Is Born A child arrives, soft breath, fresh light, held in arms so warm and bright. From deepest love, a gentle start,
Candles Burn Candles burn if you play with them just like matches do flames do not care for reason they only know how to take
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Arms. Warm hold. Breathing slows down. Cheek against my skin. Your heartbeat drums through me. I know this could be it.
By Annie Edwards 6 months ago in Poets
