When words get choked, and my speech falters, seized by a stammer, I remember how my thundering voice always, always, echoed faintly just above me, pinned to the walls.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
All i ever really had is myself. People say they care but are liars, they put me on the shelf Going through dark days alone will make you self-reliant.
ho, hollowed husk with heavy hands, humbly heaving, hoping that holding heavy, hereditary heartaches will help heal horrible harms
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Poets
This evocative artcreate a vivid world of thought, In the realm of creation, where emotions are sought. They say this kind of art unlocks the deep,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
She looks out the window at her desk and takes a sip of coffee. She wonders why things always look better when the seasons change.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
The leather smells almost sweet in my hands, despite the worn appearance and the crumpled edges, it's history an inviting story.
You see the world so different, only constants is the change. Don’t think me unrealistic, I’d be shackled in my chains. I’m covered in your blood ‘cause that’s all that still remains
By Desmond Razzanoabout a year ago in Poets
Your life is that period, in which you invest in certain circumstances. Regardless of what you do, you must do it with all your ability.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Young, impressionable You got into my head Whispered of sinful delights To be found in your bed But your caresses were delivered
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
In My Head In my head, where shadows play, Whispers linger night and day. Thoughts collide, a storm inside, Caught in currents I cannot ride.
Frosted mirror on the wall, You used to tell me I wasn’t the fairest of them all. You ruled over me, Teasing with whispers of inadequacies.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Through misty memories, I hear their call, Voices of ancestors who braved it all. With hands rough and hearts ablaze, They carved our paths through endless haze.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Poets
