Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
He´s sweeter than an apple pie, His hands so soft, soul untouched, has never said the last goodbye, Never heard the devil knocking on his door.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Scrambling through my ecstasies, I stumbled across the depths of blue, On my way to my deathbed, I and Death had a rendezvous.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
everyman left in misunderstanding; heard every word i speak, yell, and scream. this everyman never intended to appreciate it.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is
In dawn’s embrace, the whispering winds play, Heralding the birth of a new spring day. The world awakens with a gentle sigh,
By Samuel F2 years ago in Poets
words… Like crumpled balls of paper Torn apart and tossed aside. I lost the keys to the kingdom, so they will never see inside.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
In the kingdom where dreams fly, A tapestry woven with such brilliant words. Through the corridors of thought we wander, In search of truths to call our own.
By Millena2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like my life is wasting away. Like I haven't accomplished anything in my 23 years of life so far. I want to chase after my dreams so badly, but ever since covid happened I cannot force myself to do anything productive. Sure I have fun and party and drink and act a mess every chance I get (that is great fun ngl) but what about my long term goals and happiness? Before I used to blame my laziness; now it feels like there's a million things in my way. Permanently stuck in a rough patch with no motivation and no energy.
By mimito2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Dreams The moon casts its silver glow, As night descends, our dreams unfold, Like whispers in the darkest night,
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
I'm a tired girl with buckets of feelings, something slippery transcribed on a CVS reciept, Tylenol and a gallon of water,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
This poem is for all the crossed out words and lines in my draft poems that never made it into a poem I made a poem just for you.
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
