You chose your rest where thorns entwine, Where honey drips from lips that lie. You built a throne from shattered trust— A crown of smoke, a love of dust.
By Secrets & Shadows7 months ago in Poets
No Going Back for Us You don’t reply and I don’t blame you I left, said it like a promise as if better waited round the bend
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Grass Just Was Not Greener He spoke like summer, smooth and warm promised me no coming storm said he never broke a vow
By the Time You Realise I am gone By the time you realise I am gone the kettle will cool on the stove my scent will linger for a while
A bleeding pen, a rusted over knife – instruments of an architect of life, for mine was never one gifted or grown, but forged in fire, built from blood and bone.
By Lizzy Rose7 months ago in Poets
No one sees the battlefield inside my mind— how it wages war in whispers, not screams. I smile in daylight while dragging shadows
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Poets
I was born with unopened eyes, skin striped black with shadows of my ancestry, a roar that resonates in my bones calls me to the water,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
When Did We All Collectively Lose Our Minds? I look at the World... And I Truly want to Know. Are We Truly This Blind to Reality?
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)7 months ago in Poets
I tried with everything I had... But life broke me once again... I'm so fucking tired of everything bad... Happiness is a distant memory of back then.
By Luna Verity7 months ago in Poets
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living They walk in raincoats under sun heads down, eyes on paving stones no hand to hold, no need to run
The Chef Made Human Soup The bell above the café rang no one noticed what she sang a lullaby with sharpened notes while smiling wide and taking coats
Good afternoon, and after browsing the internet for a little while I had a flash of an idea. What is the one thing we all kind of do from time to time while waiting and heaven forbid just wasting some time. What do we do? We scroll.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
