Ill gladly finish last if I must if it means I can be me I don’t see dating cuz they choosey why would I believe they’d choose me
By Quentin woodardabout 22 hours ago in Poets
I am a jigsaw of broken glass Each piece on the verge of reach My fingertips graze the razor edges Leaving me with The wounds of wanting
By Mina Careyabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Has anyone else noticed not one morning has come gently, not one sunrise without sirens in the news, not one cup of coffee poured in stillness
By Tim Carmichaelabout 23 hours ago in Poets
I Carry The World I walk beneath a sky that will not bend, With weight pressed hard against my fragile spine. The world sits heavy on my aching back,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
I know my own name, and I also know my own face !? I know where I came from, who my life was, and also where I went to school !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Today is Seuss Day - a day that celebrates bright rhymes and tidy morals, This one wanders into his territory. Sometimes, what is changed cannot return.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lina day ago in Poets
They tell me to speak with more feeling, as if feeling isn’t the very thing undoing me. As if this stillness is emptiness—
By LUNA EDITHa day ago in Poets
Color The World The sun spills gold across the open fields, And laughter rises warm in summer air. Bright petals lift their faces to the sky,
i'm going to leave you alone for your own good. i'm not going to let you force yourself to try again. i hope you find the one you've been looking for.
By Zakir Ullaha day ago in Poets
Dreams are special wishes, that make golden memories. Dreams are for the daring - who don’t worry about tomorrows, that are not promised to anyone.
By Rasma Raisters2 days ago in Poets
When Kama Knocked I got the kiss, the punch, and the bruises, Your love was a blade wrapped in a promise, I wore the purple proof beneath my silence,
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
The way my throat produces thick smoke Mimics the churning of waves from that dark fog Along this natural wonder the stone seagulls have fled.
By Ann Crafter2 days ago in Poets
