I said I hate you, but it wasn’t true. A venom loosed before I knew its weight. My deepest regret is the hate I drew. My voice had cracked; my shaking chin withdrew.
By Thadeus about a month ago in Poets
Liberty stands weeping, trembling, as her once firm resolve wavers Her Flame flickers, her right hand trembling, like a caged bird's wings
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Poets
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen about a month ago in Poets
All my tales spin like ghost stories Passed around a campfire in my mind Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees ~ If I try hard, will there still be no glories
By The Invisible Writerabout a month ago in Poets
I should’ve said “ I love you” On the day that we first met Instead of “how do you do”. What was I supposed to do When my future wasn’t set
By Cat the Autistabout a month ago in Poets
I long for the old days Filled with strength and independence What age has now taken away Oh how I long for the good old days
By J.W. Bairdabout a month ago in Poets
Purposely looking for the right man to be my base Where I am relaxed from all plights A strong man that can keep me in pace
By Sarah Danaherabout a month ago in Poets
words are not useful anymore i release them, they never come back i wallow in this pit, rotting at the core . honest excuses i planned to implore,
By Lamar Wigginsabout a month ago in Poets
I watched the night swallow the day Forced to let the outcome be And thought of things I didn't say My whispered ruminating led me astray
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Poets
My children are loving. My heart does soar. They wait for me to come home. I am late. They greet me with their hugs right at the door.
By Elliott Robertsonabout a month ago in Poets
She didn’t die. But she did not wake. Born sleeping, she did not cry. I wracked my brain, continuously asking, “why?!”
By H C Banksabout a month ago in Poets
Green and grey—the colors of your beautiful eyes; a softness I remember, though now our vows have died. I kept my ring; you tossed yours in the river dividing sides.
By Mannix Dunnabout a month ago in Poets
