There’s still sweetness on my tongue from a love that didn’t last like the last sip of soda That’s gone a little flat
By Milan Milic6 days ago in Poets
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By LaRae Pynas6 days ago in Poets
existential thinking - a crisis maybe a questioning for sure - has shaken loose thoughts realisations wonderings revisions
By ali6 days ago in Poets
For thirty-eight years he lay by the pool, Surrounded by water that never quite moved. Healing rippled, but never for him—
By Hannah Lambert6 days ago in Poets
I used to think strength meant armor a jaw set like stone, a heart locked up with the spare key thrown away. ﹁﹂
I am too much of my own blood to remain silent. The color is Red. I am so much more than your left hand. Lie to me, and hold my hand?
By Sara Wynn6 days ago in Poets
My country has turned to piracy now, deposing a foreign leader to ravage his country’s resources. * Modern-day conquistadores,
By David Muñoz6 days ago in Poets
Why do you think you know all the information!? Don't you see I'm trying to change the world! Don't you see that I want people to know things, scary things!?
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"6 days ago in Poets
I stand in a shiny Halo glow The reminiscence Of myself The me I thought Must exist Time lost In the space between
By K.B. Silver 6 days ago in Poets
Achieving goals Pressing forward Pushing through Limitless dreaming Yen emotions Igniting change New opportunities
By L.I.E7 days ago in Poets
I learned early that silence could keep a room calm. If I didn’t speak, no one argued. If I didn’t ask, no one said no. If I didn’t feel too much, no one had to deal with it.
By Waqar Khan7 days ago in Poets
Rising rage, break the cage. This next stage holds the age-old secret. - For all those who'd rather be dead: open thyne arms,
By Paul Fingl7 days ago in Poets
