A well-trod road beneath my feet A path I know as well as my own face Mist curls thick, an old friend to greet In this wild and desolate place
By Natasja Rose3 months ago in Poets
A poem for those who’ve watched the world turn away from truth — and still choose to speak. Change doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it starts with a whisper that refuses to die.
By Lila (Poetry)3 months ago in Poets
I searched for love in places worn and wide in books and cafés, and in strangers' eyes. A restless heart with far too much to hide,
By Emilie Turner3 months ago in Poets
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
Introduction I saw this word on Pointless tonight. If you don't know what Pointless is check out this story: I wanted to record this word, and the best way is in a new poetic form for me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
You're not boring, I left, and now I regret it, I was young, dumb, stupid, and scared, Saying it now, it all sounds pathetic,
By Dylan 3 months ago in Poets
Introduction Another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet Here. The music is "Entangled" from "A Trick Of The Tail" by Genesis
I do not love you like I say I do, yet I smile and laugh along the way, because if the truth is revealed to you my heart would not last for another day.
By Lizzy Rose3 months ago in Poets
The pulsing calls in waves, softly. Constant. I know hands are for forging. Feeling. I kept you like a secret. Safely. I know arms are for holding. Healing.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Poets
I grab my bag and keys, put on my boots, slip the straps behind my head, adjust, and give my nose a pinch to fold the wire.
By Dane BH3 months ago in Poets
After the death of Kayumars, the throne passed to his grandson, Hushang. He sat upon the throne of kingship and began to build and prosper his realm.
By ALI ABBASI3 months ago in Poets
