I see Sylvia Path as she walks into the kitchen whilst Ernest Hemingway in the corridor checks his casings and I notice Virginia Woolfe pouring stones in her pockets.
By Josh Clementsabout a year ago in Poets
We Carry On Life’s a struggle, rough and steep, A winding road, no rest, no sleep. Storms may rise, the skies turn gray,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I’m finding myself at a crossroads of my own personal reinvention and sticking to my list of bold ambitions I crave to accomplish
By Guillermoabout a year ago in Poets
To my thoughts‐ Why can't you exist in peace? Why must you fight? Why can't you all just get along? *sigh* Is this fire impossible to cease?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
It seems wrong letting a doctor pry her open, like the man who left this life inside her --- The cold metal of the curette
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Before I got here, did all you fuckers get together and have a stupid little fucker meeting and all decide to be stupid little fuckers together?
By Sara Wynnabout a year ago in Poets
Broken. Broken like shattered glass, Scattered shards, Hopeless. Hoping for something, Nothing comes. What is love?
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
I have a coin in my pocket That no one else can see One side says "Lost" The other says "Found" I flip it regularly.
By Ken Donnerabout a year ago in Poets
It’s the float that gets addicting Just before you hit the floor A vase of flowers, struck by lightning Jarred from the counter, with the door
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Life played a dirty trick on me Instilled desire of Beauty queens The kind denied to girls like me With wishful ugly duckling dreams
Life is a play, we are crying, I entered this world with the laughter of my loved ones, And leave this world amidst the cries of your loved ones and your own laughter.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Flowered vases Do thee no justice Beauty dwarfed by immutability Naught but segmented vibrancy But what of fear, uncertainty?
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
