How bad must things get Before one decides that they Aren't worth the money?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Chocolate temptation, waiting to be taken home, the shelf is happy.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
We watched the circus Become our legislature And our cathedral
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
I am a zero On a scale of 1 to 10 I don't even count . Struggling...not callow On a scale of boys to men Drive swells my account
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Free advice is worth What it costs, said he, as he Chose just the right stone
Forest Floor Dreams: A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory In the shadow of the towering oaks, where sunlight softly gleams,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Title: Green Sanctuary: A Poetic Refuge in the Forest In the heart where the wild whispers grow, A haven lies where rivers gently flow.
When assassins fail Lives can be profoundly changed Or simply go on
Beware the vile joy Ecstatic and contagious Of a hatred shared
Love me Love me now Love me later Love me drunk on happiness Love me sober on hard times Don’t ever let this be over
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
We’re all tired of this The braggadocious actors in our theater The false flag notions of progress The boiling oceans of hate and dissent
