This poem may never make headlines, Much like the struggles that shadow my life. Walking these roads so thin, I feel suspended between heaven and earth—
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Pull the trigger, Trauma whispers, A voice that shatters And echoes loud in the hollow of my mind. Bang—he hammers hard,
outside stilled chilly morning son no whiter than the daisy asleep for the plotting course beyond comparisons made for it until it breaks
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
I choose to wake up every morning with joy Not with fear that gives me heart palpation Nor with sadness that creates a frown
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Pull the heavy duvet over your shoulders and rest like the soft cotton on your skin. Smell the cold air rush in bursts through your window, mingled with the scent of coffee being prepared by hands that love you.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Poets
I’m sorry I treat you so badly how I did and still do, treat you --- you need more than I give you yet there was a time that I gave you too much
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
"I've never personally criticized anyone else's music, but I know that the public's real problem is not the music I make but the perception that I play simple music for money only and for the notoriety and to increase my popularity." - Kenny G
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
In the tapestry of life, threads intertwine, Some we can weave, others we must resign. I focus on the strands within my grasp,
By Amanda Bennettabout a year ago in Poets
Everyone who enters your life has a purpose. Those who like you bring warmth and courage. The one you like teaches you to love and self-control.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
You look me in the eyes And tell me that you see me Yet the sun has set below us So the screen is what stands between. Tears, my stranger, look!
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
O soul that yearns for the unbound skies, Know you not freedom’s cost where it lies? It dwells in valleys of tears and woe, Where blood has watered the seeds that grow.
By Asno AIabout a year ago in Poets
Death is the shadow of winter— a soft, lingering ache, COLD and BLUE, melding with the hushed silence of white. * I wear DEATH,
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
