In a poem by Bradley J. Nordell, he said, “The creak of an old house isn’t just wood settling, but the tiredness of being.” I felt those words so deep down it wasn’t just bone-deep, it was soul-deep.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews2 years ago in Poets
Every existence is beautiful beyond compare. From monarch butterflies and lavender scents. The joyful sounds that mother nature brings to us.
By Cathy Deslippe2 years ago in Poets
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
For this is the mountain I choose to live on it’s an arduous climb, still on I must go tentative vulnerability controls
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
They don’t remember me the way I remember them. I leech the details from the memories, suck them dry. A face, a name, the way my arms can be bent like a doll.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
About what happened in the past But I could not tell anyone Can someone lend their ears Do not give any advice Everything I will say
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
I'm useless Don't tell me that I can do all things I will just remind myself I'm unfocused and distracted I won't be swayed when people say
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Poets
In the hushed corridors of the mind's domain, Verse weaves tales of struggles, often arcane. "The Silent Battle," a collection profound,
By Unkown Me?2 years ago in Poets
A Bee Caught my attention Droning nearby in the Elephantine sunflowers – Flowers that joyfully reached Grandly toward the sky –
By Bekah Jimenez2 years ago in Poets
I used to struggle writing cover letters and personal statements. I still do. That white screen with a ticking “I” would count the hours passing by as my mind remained equally as blank.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Adapt to what I am By accepting what I’m dealt Cards of different houses Doled by chance or fate — Each card embossed with flora
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Poets
