Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
She’s seduction, mind control; sordid thoughts infused Im silent, consumed by a lecherous muse Lascivious intentions I know she purposely induced
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Sad to admit, I am not in the mood Lost the will and the wit to Exude a new feud Nerves have the better of me Can't stir a sound, guess I'm screwed. I can't buy an
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Silence, finally. Now, let's meditate! Eyes closed. Posture straight. Inhale, exhale, inha—oh sh*t, did I forget to lock the gate? Q u i e t, brain!
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
From beneath The opening Of my blanket Morning Murmurs hello From behind My eyelids Something Gently whispers
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
So, what am I supposed to do with this now, you took it and ran like a rabbit? It’s like eating your favourite sandwich with chicken mayo and lettuce and it becomes your habit
By Susannah Peareth-Kinstonabout a year ago in Poets
Yesterday, I found a dead bug between my poetry book pages. It looked like a giant ant with web-like wings, Perhaps a baby dining-needle on a quest for finding meaning.
I asked lots of questions when I was a youth I’m still asking questions although I am big If a rapper is sexy with one golden tooth
By Earl W. Pearlabout a year ago in Poets
Standing on the mountain top with my eagle-spread arms, I’m breathing in the silence, dreading for the others to catch up and freak out.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
