keeping good balance, not deep enough to join in, big art sacrificed
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
sky changed in size, dark to bright, shrunken to enlarged, new light paths walked on
We pine for the old world A world lived offline Where you went to friends homes To live as orc fighting gnomes Raids on penny and nickel arcades
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the theater of the mind, where thoughts loudly clash, Taming them is an art, not merely a dash. It’s a quest, grand and deep, to quiet the internal fray,
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
When I saw this photograph, the first Thing that came to my mind is that I have such faith that I could sleep on the White line that I travel, and wake rested.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Last week, I lost my vision blind, sleepy, fatigued couldn’t see a thing as clear as a crystal. I froze to death
By Talia Devoraabout a year ago in Poets
my hubris, is in the toilet (portacabin at Glastonbury{son, you've never been, never seen, never danced under the stars at Glasto})
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
“You’ve aged so well”, that’s what they say. Not a wrinkle, fine line, or sign of decay. Never-dyed hair, as black as the night,
By Linda Leeabout a year ago in Poets
Is it normal to feel like life is shit? Like the fortunes told, by see-ers old are off, just by a little bit?
By Hannah Kawira Hartwellabout a year ago in Poets
You can run fast, you can have children by the age of 22, and you are appreciated. You are a slow runner and you are still chasing your dreams on the road at 30.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of a Heavy Heart Within these four walls, where I hide and cry My spirit feels heavy, as dreams slowly die.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Happiness dances on the edges of fleeting moments, a whisper of sun on my skin, a gentle reminder: I deserve this, I am worth it,
By Erin Perezabout a year ago in Poets
