I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
Title: Echoes of Silent Love Subtitle: A Boy's Journey to the Heart's Truth In love's tender grip, His heart beats for her alone,
By Idogho Oghale2 years ago in Poets
A proposition? Madam, politics needs you. And have I ever... ;) The Greater Problem * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
the teapot is loud like a train coming down tracks both are welcomed sounds . . . [12/17/23] . . .
By kory salajka2 years ago in Poets
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I should not compare Brilliant prose to my own But it’s addicting
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
He catches my tears. And He bottles them with care, to show me later.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Tells sun by decree. Tells moon and stars where to be. Tells my heart to see.
Whispers on the breeze, seed pirouettes in the sky, earth's cradle beckons.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
