The Mirror’s Reflection In the mirror, my face worn and aged, Lines that whisper of years gone by, Once vibrant eyes, now dulled and hazy,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Heart of Thorns My heart lived on, through storms and cuts, through sweet red blooms, and broken roots. It never asked why,
Not Every Thought Is True Some days the mind whispers too much, turning small worries into heavy storms. It tells you things,
The Noise Inside Me I wake some days, feeling built from torn thoughts, stitched together wrong. My mind stays loud,
The Law That Hunts I have seen faces, sweet at dawn, turn like knives when night arrives. I have felt lies, slip through rooms,
Roots of the Unspoken Some roots grow deep, in living earth, but mine begin, where silence stirs. They rise from words,
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
I walked a path for many years I faced my storms and fought my fears In a silent room, I shed my tears. 🧱🧱♥️♥️🧱🧱
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
The Roots That Held My Shadow My roots were born, in quiet rooms, where fear grew slow, and never slept. They held me tight,
THE FAIRY DOOR A tiny red door waits in the roots, hidden deep in the green quiet. It looks harmless, bright and small,
This Christmas Without Them Three years now, since Jimmy left, the fifth of December, still hits hard. And this cold year,
