In the heart of the verdant forest, Where the sun whispers to the leaves, A tale of time unfolds, so earnest, In the hush that the twilight weaves.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
She cannot come into her own, not in yours, or even her own timing. but when the concrete breaks under her feet & she appears...
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Exeunt That famous bard wrote Exit, pursued by a bear Live life as if true (Inspired by A Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare)
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
In the dawn of morning, where light spills over the horizon, There begins a melody, a dance of sunlit laughter, A symphony of joy woven through the threads of time, An ode to happiness, pure and uncontained.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Hello Ruby Lee. Hello Monkeyfeet, Bookie B. Come on ma don’t call me that. Either I call you that or call you fat. But I ain’t big.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
the villain in someone's story, but okay with it - proud even. once what was right, doubt was no benefit. did diligently give more than appropriate
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
What do you write about When there's nothing to write? Today seems so empty, wasted Without purpose or even point A nothing day
Hip Hop became a voice for the backbone of the Black bone. Black voice rejoice for Hip Hop in the Black tones. From ghetto to ghetto, housing project to project. Hip Hop is the Black soul’s affectionate object.
The Sun-kissed days of gold. Where the golden sunsets glow. Laughter echoes through the fields. Waves dance on the shore.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
