A handle, a grip, a hold so tight Helps us navigate, through life's plight It gives us control, and a sense of might To face the challenges, and shine with light
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
My tears are not of misfortune Be that as it may, of time excessively fast gone. I miss our days together Indeed, even while they're going on.
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
I wouldn't request that you neglect How I've double-crossed your trust. I'm asking, however, that you pardon Since I believe I should.
A stranger arrives in a new environment. He decides to steal and succeeds. Nothing is hidden under the sun. The stranger settles into a new community.
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
Why is it that I always find the night to be the greatest time for inspiration? That as soon as the clock hits midnight, my fingers ache to press the keys? 24 hours in the day, 16 waking hours, and my mind chooses the ones reserved for sleep...
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Sir, life is the name of changing moments. Sometimes there is sadness and sometimes happiness and who knows what other moments happen in it. Just like that there are two lines on life.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Slicing through the canvas Dancing on the stars Catching the breeze before us So grace glides to where we are Meeting in the middle
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
few full bellies gorge most beg at their feet to then share the dirty crumbs
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Poets
The power goes out at 9:30 AM and I am woken by the absence of sound. No rumbling of the compressor from the air conditioner,
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
Old fashion feelings Playing tricks on the mind A box full of darkness And heart of sunshine True methods of madness
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
