Dementia is cruel. Who Is She? I look in a mirror; I ask you, Who is she? You gently explain, “This is you, my love.”
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
“Miracles start to happen when you give as much energy to your dreams as you do to your fears” When we ‘Believe in Ourselves’,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Be OK with not knowing for sure what might come next, but know that whatever it is — you will be OK” Although we do try to prepare for the Future,
“You’re a fighter. Look at everything you’ve overcome. Don’t give up now” This is one time when looking back is Good for you —
I long for a day dedicated to my weakness. A day that I don’t need to hurry and wipe my tears, that I can just let them go from my nearly filled ducts.
By Ann ☕️about a year ago in Poets
The alarm rings my arms outstretch they are quickly filled dirty laundry dirty dishes spilled milk that tiny eyes are crying over
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Homeless Haiku Homeless no warm bed freezing floors, shop door ways cold sad yet no one cares
Lost Words Of A Homeless Man He once wrote stories, Words flowing like a stream, Papers filled with heroes, Chasing every dream.
mad Jacks Mother haiku Mad jack daft int head fed his dogs to his mother she’s barking mad now
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
The greatest scars are given by the closest ones. The more you love, the more you're hurt. Falling in love is easy, But falling out of it costs a lifetime.
By Rhythmabout a year ago in Poets
