Past, present, and future. Live in the present because โitโs a gift.โ When the present is a nightmare, what do you do?
By Justin Higgins2 years ago in Poets
I find myself often think about you. I find myself worrying a little too much about you. I worry because I know you are not okay.
By Melissa2 years ago in Poets
it was quiet today in my head the voices had nothing to say all the feelings of self-doubt and dread seemed to vanish and faded away
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In the depth of night, where darkness reigns, Amidst the silence, where solitude stains, There lurk the shadows, mysterious and stark,
By Arafat Islam Durjoy2 years ago in Poets
The loudest cry always comes from the voice that's quietest The voices in his head are context to the quietness His silence is a scream- an S.O.S.
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
A shouting cry takes its form in the absence of sound Her silence is a serenade- A song that paints bittersweet A dark room- and groom clothed in black
I feel drained today. I felt okay yesterday. Today there is a multitude of issues, Enough to use a tissue To cry But why
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of suburbia, where picket fences gleam, Lies a house where shadows dance, unseen by the sunbeam. Within its walls dwells a mother with burdens to bear,
By Deborah Rivera Valentin2 years ago in Poets
Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out, and now count to ten. Breathe deep. Let it go. ---๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฎโ๐จ--- If you enjoyed this poem, please like/comment/subscribe/share. You can tag me on most social media @islanderscaper.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
English version: Yesterday, I got lost in the south. My mind was clouded, so I couldnโt think straight. Moving forward,
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
his arms grew into seaweed, sinking deeply down becoming silt, and taking root, and now ebbing bubbles, oxygen and shards of morning
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
They sold the lies for a nickel. They sold the lies for a dime. Ever asking why? Begging me to conceal, Yet, I never understood the reason.
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Poets
