Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I fell in love with the sea and the depths that he promised to me but all that stayed were shallow tide pools. The rest of him,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Soft is her hand It embraces my rough Labefaction, kryptonite her touch Essence so pure unlike mine Nurturing me like child, as we intwine
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Ni zaagi, When I am with you, I feel like I am floating. Our bond makes we want to drift into the stars, Just to pluck one to give to you.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets
I dream of Gods who are seen, but never heard. Those warriors of old in tombs of their making; Towering high above man,
By Callum Summersabout a year ago in Poets
What must it be like when you go to work To know that your life might be in danger To know around each corner trouble could lurk
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
sweet surrender in the sound of stillness in all its inky, invigorating intrepidity leaving long, lingering lapses of life
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Stone cold beauty like none other, when my eyeballs bleed I see the secrets of color. Life has a morbid way of showing it, but it just does.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
In the silent stength f dawn's first light, Where shadows yield to morning's grace, A father's love stands firm and bright, A beacon in the time and space.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Spoken word, forever never used. In an idealistic world. Life is noisy, It’s overcrowded. Entering a state of calm.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
Say no more, better yet say less If there are no words to speak then Listening is at its peak. Sometimes Expressing something is best when
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
