Gratitude

In roots of Maple tree
I placed you, tightly wrapped in shirt, In roots of maple tree When it’s my time to lie in dirt I hope you’ll wait for me
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
A Symphony of Love. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
~Together!~
~Together!~ Each New Day, Brings with it Such delight, When I see you Lying there by my side... A million thoughts of possibilities
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Golden Silence
In silence, a deaf person cries, echoes play, in a world of quietude, and shades of gray, ripples the day. Sounds now,
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
If you read me.. Content Warning.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
Being a Woman
What makes a woman a woman? How does she know when she is separated from the girls? When is it okay to call her "hot" or "beautiful" instead of "cute" or "pretty"? Is it her age? When she gets her period or loses her virginity? Has she reached "womanhood" when she has to shave her legs? Maybe it's when she is treated like a woman instead of a girl? Maybe it's when she looks in the mirror and realizes it for herself. When she looks back on her life thus far, analyzing every scenario, hardship, and triumph, only to realizes that she is no longer a little girl. Or, maybe it's not one of these things, but more than one? Or none of them at all? It all depends on the girl transforming into a woman. Girls are not caterpillars who spin their cocoons for a set amount of time to emerge a marvelous, transformed butterfly. We are much more complex than that. And I am no exception.
By Jennifer R2 years ago in Poets
A DAY IN MY LIFE
coming from nothing been a failure so I thought a depressed child with feeling of anxiety always shy nothing but a disgrace
By hirah2 years ago in Poets
He’ll Help You Feel Worthy
He rambles when he’s nervous; a bad habit of his, But the fact he talks at all is a testament of his inner strength, He’d rather hide away from the world, gifted in his solitude,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Goodnight Reverie
While I lay on my pillow, beneath the moon's soft glow, Listening to the raindrops dance upon my window, I watch memories of us gently roll away,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hot
I was hot once. Second glances followed me home like puppies smelling steak and cuddles. Ripe melons perched under my collar bone,
By Frau Gern2 years ago in Poets