*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM* ~ This is how I remember it. First, it was dark. Then the hum, then a hand.
By Kodah7 months ago in Poets
Would I know joy if it ever arrived? Or would I see it as a stranger? Maybe I’d befriend it But the truth is, joy has always been a stranger
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
There was a time I believed the noise was love. The cheers. The flashbulbs. The subtle flex of fame curling around my name like gold.
By Jawad Ali7 months ago in Poets
Once upon a time, a rich man lived in a peaceful country. His country was always peaceful, but because people were corrupt, he wanted to emigrate to another country.
By TheNaeth7 months ago in Poets
In the depths of night, where shadows play, Whispers echo, a gentle way, A voice of hope, a light in the dark, Guiding us through, a gentle spark.
By M.Changer7 months ago in Poets
I was helpless. I was lost, nowhere to go. I was little, just a child don’cha know? So I followed, and I followed, and I followed,
By Amos Glade7 months ago in Poets
You see the world through gray bitter lenses always in retrograde, carrying the nine of swords, and a backpack full of condemnation.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
I sail under blue skies, There's not a cloud to be seen, The sun is shining, And birds are singing, Melancholy melodies of a past,
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
It’s so easy, easy as hell To just disappear, All you have to do Is just keep being you Year after grueling year *
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Poets
I used to have this orb— not mystical, not crafted by gods, just the glass ball from an old lamp deemed unworthy of the living room
By Danielle Katsouros7 months ago in Poets
Now you tell me your Gay I ask for love not riches or praise just a glance that says I matter You come home but never really come home
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Step one: Wake first. Before the alarm. Before the baby’s cry. Before your name is spoken with a need attached. Boil water.
By R. Byer7 months ago in Poets
