Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Could this be a new form of poetry? I call it a 'sandwich poem.': I don’t know why you love me, But I’m so glad you do.
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
The Mirror of Emotion Some days I look in the mirror and see every storm I survived. The face is older, softer, but the eyes remember every wave.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Guess Who Loves to Hate You It’s me. Of course it’s me. Who else would carry your ghost like a charm around their neck?
Shouting in Silence He burns without flame, a storm inside his skin, too proud to cry, too lost to speak. The walls are his witnesses,
I write and I check,Vocal Haiku I write and I check, Vocal so hate my writing They never pick me
The Forgotten Haiku Voices in the dark, call me by my childhood name, no one should know that.
The Girl with Torn Colours She paints her dreams in broken shades, blues that whisper sorrow, reds that never dry. Her room is her world,
Stairway to Nowhere Behind the wall a whisper moves. It hides a stairway I was never meant to find. I stand for a moment,
Where the Sun Sleeps There is a place where the sun sleeps. Behind a field of wild heather and rain. I go there when the world feels too loud,
A fruit peeled perfectly in one single Cascading Spiral Leaving six segments of fruit Gripped together Milky shroud
By Amos Glade4 months ago in Poets
Driving; night of fog... Something in rearview mirror. Shadow in back seat... Did you check? * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
