You are so soft and so warm My safe place, my comfort space You never let me go, even when I need you to Everyday I tried to get away, but your warmth pulled me back in
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Arthritis The Silent Ache The weight of days bears down on me, each step a whisper, each bend a plea. My knees protest, my feet despair,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Dear Diary, The tears I cry hydrate my face. The smile I show lifts my soul. The pout I make is to get you to help. The laugh you hear quiets my mind.
By A.Angelinaabout a year ago in Poets
When it rains, you will know who will give you an umbrella. Only when something goes wrong do you truly understand who is sincere to you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
be the person who cares. be the person who makes effort, the person who loves without hesitation. be the person who shows up for others.
By MT Poetryabout a year ago in Poets
Exhaled in relief Though it is brief Bills are paid Worries fade ~ Waking up at dawn Working as a pawn Pay the bills
By Ann ☕️about a year ago in Poets
I have become a bit of a hermit And so if you’d permit I think you should know that I have been shaken Not like a martini, but more awakened
By Susannah Peareth-Kinstonabout a year ago in Poets
Tulips the shade of acceptance Peeking out of a checkered vase Chocolates wrapped in pink foil Shaped like a reconstructed soul
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of my heart, where the world fades away, Your voice echoes softly, a melody that stays. With every beat, every breath, your name is a song,
By Allwyn Roman Waghelaabout a year ago in Poets
I should have been an actor, thespian treader of the boards. Resplendent audience distractor with my bard-like vocal cords.
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
Do you feel like you’re crazy? Like the thoughts just won’t settle, Spinning in circles, A whirlpool in your head, And no one sees it,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
The wind is blowing—fight, fight, fight! From the same voices that preach unite. There’s a very thin line that divides In a thick atmosphere that collides—
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
