I pray to receive abundant wealth of things that money can’t buy I have a lot left in the tank And that is a blessing I have much to accomplish before I die
By Nathaniel Terrell13 days ago in Poets
Is it my being who weighs the most? Is it my wandering, my wondering or both? Is it my search, my constant, restless stand?
By Laura Rodben13 days ago in Poets
From death, warmth remains A cup left where your hand was Love learns how to wait
By Lori A. A.13 days ago in Poets
BIRDS HAVE TO DIE SINGING ANYway, I have nothing but singing to share 🎶 out-of-clay body spirit soar over the salty eye waters
By Diana13 days ago in Poets
Fiends glued to their screens Watching dreams drip from the flesh Seeing what’s left When the ravenous of have taken all
By Atomic Historian13 days ago in Poets
Years of silence. My abundant garden hushed, growing lash greenery even in winter. Roots delving deep, as if to the Earth's core.
By Moon Desert13 days ago in Poets
I used to think love should hurt a little, like tight shoes you “break in” because they look good on you. Blisters as proof.
By Milan Milic14 days ago in Poets
Fear dwells within, a potent, unwelcome guest, dramatic and bold, claiming its space for the long years ahead. Buying flowers to brighten up the place,
By Moon Desert14 days ago in Poets
They say you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but you can certainly try. Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -
When we were together I was hidden, My true self was sheltered, My voice was muted, not by choice, but by choosing to ignore who I was.
By Dylan 14 days ago in Poets
Cold, wet snow blankets the ground ❄️ Water rushing beneath a frozen creek 🧊 Rustling leaves swaying in the breeze
By Mother Combs14 days ago in Poets
You liked me best when I stayed behind you, quiet as a coat on a chair, laughing at your jokes before I even got them.
