Was it all in my head? You've left me feeling so confused. Is there someone else you want instead? What did you think once my messages were read?
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
Not one more smile will I lie, For my eyes and lips must forever be true; The pain and suffering will no longer cry! Memories will forever try
By Chrystal Holdren2 years ago in Poets
Alexandra was always drowning in An ocean of her relentless weeping. Poor child. Will this sorrow ever end? Alexandra had constantly fallen
By Cat the Autist2 years ago in Poets
Wings of geometric lattice rest in perfect arc upon cocoon. Long forgotten in the dark of nature’s attic, this little atlas moth shall soon embark upon the moon.
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
In a modern world, where progress stands, Wars persist, in distant, foreign lands, Unfair, the suffering from unseen hands.
By Joanna Henderson2 years ago in Poets
Love so pure, orthodox. One, and sure. • Jim loved her. Watch was swapped. Love so pure. • Combs the cure for her mop.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
Keep out the light or hold the light inside, Folded and falling, tethered by a string; Eyes open, in the darkness, where I hide.
By Jamie LeFebvre 2 years ago in Poets
My sister-in-law is a minister My husband always calls her a monkey My concern is that may be sinister ~ We had some company, two visitors
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Hidden demons scourge and mock me. Crushing me, taxing my fragile soul. Only your good grace can set me free. 0 ~ Silent derision relentlessly
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Peel back the layers of my fire-blistered skin — Religiously anatomize my body and mind; There, you will find both virtue and sin.
By j.e.ridpath2 years ago in Poets
Raindrops spatter spring leaves and dampen the forest floor, Lightning flashes precede the echo of a thunderous boom, Raging storms unleash the piquant aroma of petrichor,
By Thomas Durbin2 years ago in Poets
Wind has beckoned to move, to some degree, every sentience. Yet even now, widened eyes and an opened heart Peers often right through God, an invisible substance.
By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets
