Under the dark sky, a soul is in distress, Singing the ballad melancholy, in sadness. Thick shadows, a veil on the heart,
By Linda Goodmanabout a year ago in Poets
I hold fire in the palm of my hand without a shield, without pause just embers that keep burning, I know the risks, but I still try
By Dede Pengembaraabout a year ago in Poets
What is this? This cyclical introspection I go through. What seems to be about every seventeen days. Am I really willed? Purposefully?
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Everything in my heart these days is all about shooting stars The streaks on the glass windows when the cold fogged up the car
By FallingRainabout a year ago in Poets
I started the day by forgetting my keys (When I called in Late, they set me at ease) * I'm training someone new, why did I ever think I could?
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
how i wish that life was easy and i was perfect and found instead of lost and love was forever instead of fleeting and trust was strong
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
How much is too much when the weight of your world is already on your shoulders? How angry can you be when you're taught to be "tough"?
By Harvasha Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
Written in ink and paper, These words I now express, A lifetime of hurt filling the pages. Wishes for a different life,
By Emily Kittyabout a year ago in Poets
Signs from my higher self keep landing in front of my face. My own voice whispers “It’s the Matrix, not a race”. Guess I’m both Neo and Morpheus, my own self I’m trying to wake.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
O Summer, you are so fleeting! 3 weeks of uncomfortable heat, and then you cool. 3 months of temperate weather, when sweaters come and go
By Heather Scottabout a year ago in Poets
One must never gain people’s favor with ulterior motives. Therefore, the quality of the relationship, It does not depend on one’s attitude toward people.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
