The lie they tell, a whispered, sugared thing, Is healing dawns like sunrise, gold and clean. But truth cracks rough, a jagged, broken wing,
By Xavier10 months ago in Poets
The scroll wheel stills, a sudden hush descends, A digital ghost town, where no message sends. No likes, no shares, no fleeting, hollow praise,
She used to sit in the silence, hoping someone would hear the noise inside. But no one ever did— so she learned to whisper back.
By Ellie10 months ago in Poets
There is nothing more wanderlust than a single woman in her prime. While her younger sisters on her third, and her niece says I do before she does.
By Natasha Collazo10 months ago in Poets
We weren’t meant for this. God was meant to lead us through, like a narrator telling a story, but his mic turned off and we’re stuck
By Simply Scribbled10 months ago in Poets
INSPIRED BY MINOR HOLIDAY BY SPARKBIRD, STEPHAN NANCE, GRETA GERTLER I rise from my bed, stretching. I hit the back of my hand against the board of my bed, hurting it.
Verses of the Gallows He wrote her name in every line, Each word a thread of love and fire, The ink turned poison over time
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
In the uncharted territories of our hearts, a silent narrative unfolds A language of emotions, that our words struggle to convey A feeling so profound, it yearns to be unearthed But the weight of vulnerability, can be a daunting threshold to breach
By Wasfa10 months ago in Poets
The darkness inside of me, it just keeps growing larger. I'm wanting to scream out loud... instead I force it smaller.
By The Schizophrenic Mom10 months ago in Poets
I had a dream of you both one I've had a million times where you come to visit me and somehow I fail you. We were at a hotel with my mother, your grandmother the one who failed me too.
By Tressa Rose10 months ago in Poets
I love you. There — I said it. Not out loud, not to you, but to the pages that always listen. To the stars that blink above my lonely sky,
By Sabiha Sums10 months ago in Poets
You Collided With My World You came like rot dressed as warmth. I mistook the stench for something living. I didn’t ask for light,
