I used to think that happily ever after was only make believe, that the world was a balance between hope and disappointment,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
Some say that life’s a fleeting breath A journey bound by birth and death From what I’ve seen along the way I hold with those who seize the day
By Hanen Mehadbiabout a year ago in Poets
Shhhh! Listen… Incredible things can be heard if you but only still Lips stop moving Eyes close Noise from outside becomes distant
By Heather Zieffle about a year ago in Poets
I pray for us, I cry for us, I keep loving us. But above all, I love me more to love you enough, and I thank you so much for always putting your best effort on you.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
In the shadowed corridors of your mind, a prisoner paces, the chains of unspoken grudges clinking softly with every step.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Living wisely in possession of one’s own schedule, having an income, and a goal in life, and always having something that one looks forward to in the future is the best life for a person. "
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
an acrostic poem using the word 'SILENCE'. Sleepiness rests in my body, hanging in the air. Intimate kisses, a whisper, "Wake up, my love."
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Poets
Truth is a treasure, a priceless treasure. Upon it foundations are built. They are solid! Lies, masquerades, assumptions are like loose sands that cannot hold water under the scorching sun.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
So happy I can skip My mirror is talking to me Isn't that me I'm seeing? Let me smile at you Eh, let you smile at me!
Waking up to multiple messages Of "we don't want you anymore" Not in those words, of course. For years, I've been writing
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
Slowly, the sweltering sun sets in the West. Imagination replaces words Lacking vocabulary, erasing, and eradicating the polluted noise,
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
