“I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.” -- Mae West The quest for purity is folly pure We are born wailing in blood and feces
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Are you awake? When you’re awake from your sleep or when you die? or when you are reborn after you die or when you live after that
By The Madmanabout a year ago in Poets
The stars are the same! The nights are the same! But different kinds of thieves have come upon our eyes! Who have taken away these nights' sleep
By Suraj poetry plus about 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
Love me like I love me, like it's for sure. Not for the potential you see honey, love me for my reality, be pure. Love me even more than you love money.
By V Deviabout a year ago in Poets
Those humans who wish you well will rejoice When you find a source of harmless pleasure Even if it is an eccentric choice:
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
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.
Can you hide it safely for our baby Regardless of its distasteful effects Yesterday the interest was maybe Pending our gut-felt and heartless respects
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Introduction You know who this is for because this is another of the many things she loves to do. The music is "Come On, Let's Go", Los Lobos covering Ritchie Valens in the film "La Bamba".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
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
