Life is a puzzle, and self-discovery is the quest Unraveling the threads of who we are, and what we've been blessed with best
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
There are so many, how can I possibly choose, each one is perfect, each one better than the last, a break is needed, to regain all of my thoughts,
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
This is the moment of life No request to die yet! It is like raindrops After falling there is no existence! ________________________________ Poetry:- Surroundings
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
“Hi. Hello. Can anyone hear me? Are you there?” “Yes, I’m here because I am everywhere.” “I want to come back, I hate it here.”
By V Devi2 years ago in Poets
the scale i weigh myself on, is proving to be fatal yet here i stand, by imaginary competition's demand- what i say to myself,
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
over and over, i've said never again why would i go back, if i already died to my sin drawing circles to no end, it's in these tales of torment i release cries from within
Hello, who are you? Have you forgotten? You were gone for so long. You left me abandoned. You were kept safe. Was that the right choice?
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
You think I'm the monster under your bed guess I'm living rent free in your head I think it's so funny you think I'm mean
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
dynamysticistics and minor inconveniences about his love for my wisdom, always write in the way of his artifice. no brakes;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
As I sit here still, hoping and waiting, Hoping for the future that I have worked my blood, sweat and tears for. Waiting for the time to come when I see and feel all the dreams I've longed for, yearned for.
By KC2 years ago in Poets
A special kind of joy blooms beneath the buds of a cherry blossom tree Newfound wonders a delightful epiphany played in brassy bright trumpet calls
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
They call death a thing. They say that when death comes There’s pain. Loneliness. Fear. Tears. But they’re wrong. Death… death just is.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
