I think when we are anxious, we are worried about Love. * We think we don’t have enough, aren’t worthy enough, aren’t capable enough,
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
“You gotta train your mind to be stronger than your emotions or else you will lose yourself every time” We always want to
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms” And both look Beautiful and Strong!
Soft and still my heart does weep Internal tears I feel them creep Loving you is way too deep Encumbered in this darkened heap Now or never is my chance to leap Cherubim, sing me no more to sleep Eternity is mine to keep
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Soft is her hand It embraces my rough Labefaction, kryptonite her touch Essence so pure unlike mine Nurturing me like child, as we intwine
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
I had a dream about both of you last night, there you were, sitting on these chairs. I wasn't supposed to be there, neither were you guys. But something happened that collided our paths.
This is actually an old poem. I asked Vocal to move it to drafts but it is inaccessible so they are working on it. Luckily I had a backup in Google Docs, so if they fix it I will repurpose the original.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
"Words that flow from heart to page, Deserve to be seen, ment to engage, Help spread the verse, far and wide, Let's share the poetry, don't let it hide,
By JDwrites33about a year ago in Poets
God loves you. It enables one to get away from a person who ill-treats you and later realizes that the other person has no concern for you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
When I met him, his name was Moose. Little did I know he would steal my heart. He was in a cage, only newspapers as a bed.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
To a happy and sweet sixteen, and an undoubtedly beautiful, young woman. I just wished your sister a happy birthday, this one is a little bit harder.
