It wasn't love at first sight, or so I believed, Perhaps circumstances spun a tale of forced affection, Or was it merely a need to quiet her restless mind?
By Kesa Rweya2 years ago in Poets
‘ODE TO DANDELIONS SPORES & SNIFFLES Dandelions are so pretty, Standing as a tower between blades of grass As they sway in the wind spreading their leaves
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Sitting next to you so dependent on your love Absorbing the most minute nuances of your being From birth, to the drive-in for a Slim Jim, from your courtesies
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
you died today, and i lied about being able to stay clean, about an interest in meetings when you won’t be there, about my desire to felo de se,
By kp2 years ago in Poets
you see your name, not in lights but over-lined, blackbook listed the accused, the fickle, the trickster consort of those, undesireable
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
One day it will become so agonizingly clear that precious morsels of time were wasted compiling our lives into worries, insecurities and eventually's,
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Several years ago, I awoke, Without a soul. The first two people I saw, Father and Brother, Welcomed me with open arms.
By Serenity Zahnle2 years ago in Poets
When I was a little girl, I believed rain was the tears of Angels Mourning the loss of a good soul; On November 13th, Angels wept all over the World.
By Sofia Loren Perez2 years ago in Poets
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
METAMORPHOSIS LIKE A BUTTERFLY I SEE THE TRUTH SINCE MY BIRTH OF BEING BORN FROM A COCOON OF WORTH THE COCOON WAS MY MOM’S WOMB
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
