She Spilled The Ink ✍️ She spilled the ink, the poem was lost, Her dreams undone at careless cost. Words bled out in shadowed streams,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
We're Lost Lost Lost Lost Lost Lost Lost Lost Lost ___ Call for direction... Demanding the phone.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
I can write without alcohol, coffee, or soft drink water and tea is what I drink now.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Am I alone or merely standing in the echo of my own soul, Where the silence speaks louder than any voice could ever unfold?
By Charlotte is Here!about a year ago in Poets
I stand before the mirror, a realm where truths and illusions collide, Its glass reflects not just my flesh, but the storms I hide inside.
By Corzatiabout a year ago in Poets
Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry ___ Before it goes off, It's live. Can't rewind it.
Morning Reflection Do you get up in the morning, See yourself in the mirror, And think, "No, that can't be right?"
My mind opening and closing as it blinks awake My eyes drawing in the cool morning air Smells of another world fill my lungs
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Dance of the Basket Snakes Beneath the moon, a figure stands, A charmer with his practiced hands. In shadows deep, his gaze is bold,
The Grumpy Old Woman Who left the door open? Were you born in a barn? Don’t you dare set foot on my freshly mopped floor!
Solid or liquid No matter the phase; Glad is Being more than gas. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts.
I met the world outside the womb And in my heart I felt the beat Took off my shoes and walked with whom? A little squirrel next to my feet
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
