In soaring heights, we chase the sky, Yet answers dwell where voices lie. Not in escapes to distant lands, But in the clasp of reaching hands.
By Dhiya Vetri 2 years ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, we greet the day, With dreams aloft, we find our way. Hopes we hold, steps we make, This is what we bring, what we take.
911, what’s your emergency Well, I’m not sure, just feeling odd Tell me you name and rank the urgency It’s about ten, just call me god
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I'm sorry... I'm sorry I overthink I'm sorry my mind is quick to think the worst I'm sorry it bugs you I promise I try not to
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
Is this easy to accept all?... In a world where others write my script, I strive to stand tall, but their words leave me stripped,
By Sugan Ya 2 years ago in Poets
Day by Day: Decide Today is the Day: Restart Each Day: Begin Anew ~~~ O my darlings- Why are you waiting for the perfect time?
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
The pedals bloom, the birds have ascended. But, the life-long searches has not yet ended. - The sun still shines the breeze still blows.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
In the mirror, she once saw a stranger, A girl lost in shadows, a heart full of danger. Her self-esteem shattered, like glass on the floor,
By Tabitha Vanderver2 years ago in Poets
MY POEM: Lazy, life's light left losing my mind after all Cozy night sleep dips AI GEN POEM Thoughts like scattered leaves,
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
I don't have a compass You don't need a compass Clouds are on the horizon The unknown can be glorious Uncharted destinations ahead
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Traversing eternal darkness Solitude accompanies each stride Wandering the silent stillness Seeking meaning hard to find Shadows chase and haunt without rest Whispering winds disturb the heart Loneliness howls in heart's recess Seeking meaning to guide, nothing less
By Loua Nic2 years ago in Poets
A Father's Day Embrace On this unique day of cheer, We commend our fathers, so dear. With astuteness, love, and a directing hand,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
