He looks at you with those evil eyes you reckon they are just angel eyes with an honest hardened edge you are lost in them, lost in the chase
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Thump-thump, bang-bang sounds, the long magnetic tube hums, scanning angry discs, Hot pain laces through my legs answers needed for my back.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
You always go deep into my cells I start the line of a poem with this real frame that is comforting to me each time I listen to you
By Lightnessabout a year ago in Poets
You will find your own strengths and do your best to develop them to the best of your ability. You like your strengths and believe that one day you will be seen by a great person.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Quiet Battles In the quiet places of each step, a hidden pulse of pain resides, where feet and knees remember days they would walk an unlimited stride.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The road is lonely when night falls deep, An endless stretch where shadows creep. Each step I take feels hollow and cold, A path of stories long untold.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets
Contentment is the blessing we seek, The joy in knowing that we are complete. It's the peace in what we have now, The quiet acceptance of life somehow.
By LASZLO SLEZAKabout a year ago in Poets
Chase me to the edge, Your tongue a wielded knife, I have no feathers to fledge. Roll me down the hill, When I hit the bottom,
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Buy One, Get One Free A deal too sweet, a tempting plea, Filling baskets, hearts with glee, But what it feeds is more than me.
This song was my inspiration when writing this. You do not see My frustration My rising anger My deadly resentment
"Sons are the anchors of a mother’s life." — Sophocles I pause across the way and contemplate the Elisabeth Street Picture Theatre.
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
foxglove foxtrot foxcut foxeye fox drags [glove]s over fingers fox [trot]s towards corpse in puddle fox [cut]s into thoracic cavity
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
