We cry differently, some in silence, some out loud, some behind closed doors, some in crowded rooms
By Artical Media30 days ago in Poets
I've learned nostalgia is a drug dragging us back, into our feels Those moments once swept under rugs till we've lost sense of what is real
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden30 days ago in Poets
I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything. Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Poets
“Do not give your past the power to define your future.” It is true that our past experiences shape us into who we are today,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
If the World Forgot to Turn I write this letter, darling, to you, In hope it cheers you when you’re blue. I miss you like a treasured painting, a work of art.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
“How amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.” One of the greatest kindnesses
“If we judge people, nobody is ours. If we understand people, everyone is ours.” It may be a ‘human thing’ or just the world we grow up in
I am growing older day by day Hair that was brown is now so Grey I was full of energy wild and free Now I am so tired, what happened to me
The Day the Internet Went Silent No alert woke the world that morning. No buzz. No chime. No vibration crawling across nightstands like an anxious insect.
By Imran Ali Shahabout a month ago in Poets
From the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been. I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh.
Gratefull I learned, I found, I gained Heavy gold weight Pound per pound How much I could back carry. Oh, the words Hidd in my silence
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
She comes without footsteps, slips through the unlocked doors of my sleep, a hush moving through corridors I never meant to build.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Poets
