Skipping around town, the coolness of the downpour, with no umbrella.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
This food is for you, don’t fly now because of me, walk away slowly.
Have you been satisfied with a discussion, only to find to your dismay that everything you've said has been completely misinterpreted?
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
The day becomes warm, a breeze dances on the skin, my neck is burning.
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets
we writers are weird. the way in which we view the world makes our stories.
By Chloe2 years ago in Poets
with trepidation my heart and mind uneasy as I look skywards * Thanks for reading! This is part of the Community Renga that Hannah started. Check out this post for more information -
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
People tell me that, what the hell happened You don't talk to each other anymore. You are there, right? loved each other
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
