“A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms” And both look Beautiful and Strong!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Life is an open book full of blank pages, you write the story as you go” When we have Control of our Lives, we can ‘write’
“Happiness is letting go of what you think your life is supposed to look like and celebrating it for everything that it is”
Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Changes Through the Years Looking back through the years Today I opened my ‘2023 my life songs’ Through all the tears of
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The thought is a lonely air; The thinkers so much so. More thicket than the mind can bear, More breath that can cease with blow.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It's just a broken door. It's really not that bad. I mean, it still opens and closes, you just need five times the strength you used to if you want it to actually move.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Breathe Inhale Exhale Inhale again Keep breathing until you can’t anymore And even then When your body lays on the floor
By Lee St. Evansabout a year ago in Poets
Scream. Bellowing with all my might. Energise. Filling the air with fiery intensity from my lungs. Navigate. Sailing endless oceans, void of any land in sight.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
Golden hues fade. As the sun slowly descends. Outlining the silhouette of trees. Showing the beauty. That lies in farewell.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
As she grins and moans in rehearsed abandon My pupils dilate as I fixate—entranced As my hand reaches down—soft-on-hard flesh-on-flesh
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
