Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose, Trailing golden light - mocking, forever falling - a shadowed ruin.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Poets
I miss you more than you will ever know Your death shook the town I wasn't ready to let you go * Your murder left me with a new found low
By Susan Paytonabout a month ago in Poets
Green and Gold will never fade Our players have an intense drive Lambeau Field is where legends are made Bears of Chicago try to invade
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a month ago in Poets
I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes. I let it consume me, the wild rage, yet a smile on my face.
By Kara Walbekabout a month ago in Poets
The memory of you returns though the years have passed away, my heart still calls out your name. Some shadows hold on to the last bit of light.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Poets
I did not mean to yell. There was something on my mind. Couldn't you tell? I did NOT mean to yell. My love at times can be blind.
By Mike Owczarekabout a month ago in Poets
Heart beats irregular, symptom of pain, Uneven rhythm, steals my sanity, Light slowly dies to the patter of rain. *** No use in living, life itself is drain,
By Meredith Harmonabout a month ago in Poets
I’m on my knees in the dark wood Lost, searching, frantic I no longer want to be who I should I’m dying inside trying to be good
By Katie Jolicoeurabout a month ago in Poets
Being conned in love, is hard to admit, Glass can be reclaimed, wishes not so well, Dreams die hard, when all you have left is frit.
I say I’m glad your joys are bright and true Though something stirs beneath the shine and art I wait to know when life will open too.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.about a month ago in Poets
Life happened while we were busy living it. But only a few months ago you said, “You’re smart, but your heart is an idiot.”
By Michael Danahey2 months ago in Poets
The cards press close with a truth I’m not ready to claim, The Hanged Man binds me in the ache of not yet choosing. The Tower warns softly: whatever I decide, nothing stays the same.
By Bree Phillips2 months ago in Poets
