The Day the Love Died No thunderclap, no curtain fall just silence swelling down the hall a look, too long, too cold to mend
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
They said it was madness, when my voice stopped folding, my edges now razor tipped. I stopped nodding like a daisy
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
I never thought it would happen, But it did, the other day, I went to write a story, and the words just blew away. I tried hard to retrieve them,
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you... ...unless you are a troublesome person. * You are a loyal friend... ...until you matter to no one.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Poets
Power in the Wrong Hands They speak of peace with lies in tongues while oiling wheels of loaded guns their fingers twitch on coded keys
Let Me Paint Me A New Life If a picture paints so many words my picture would be my mistakes neglecting my health my diet
Don’t Chase, Build on Vocal I don’t chase not love, not friends not ghosts with half a promise grin I plant my feet, I build, I tend
As I reach the realization that I need to commit to, "committing less" and again, as it turns out... my plate has never been more full‐
By Josh Morgan7 months ago in Poets
Note: this is for Caroline Borges' ''The 500 Reads Haiku Challenge''. It pretty much hits home for me. - KD With these fine masters:
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Pride?... Sure... Let's call the disgust I experience when I look in the mirror, "pride." What my eyes see in that mirror is only the opposite of their lust,
It was a simple kind of grandeur. Her hands in dish soap, humming a song that made her fall in love with a new kind of music,
