In the gray mist of morning, their voices rise, Sad children sing for joy, beneath somber skies. Their melodies weave through the air so thin,
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
I did what I told to do. I never did what I want to do. Never done things, Things I wished when I was just a child.
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
She always liked the boys in school, who never loved her but looked so cool, but that's old news... or is it? She always talked and drank too much
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the hush before dawn breaks, Whispers of the night do fade, A chorus stirs, the world awakes, Voices woven, light displayed.
The weekend dawns with gentle grace, A time to slow the hurried pace, The sun awakens, skies are clear, Moments cherished, loved ones near.
I'm a blue belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu Fighting my way, through the ranks I move But these blue belt blues, they're weighin' me down
By Nathan Tam2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the enchanted forest deep, A mystical library secrets keep. Ancient tomes and whispers of old, A labyrinthine repository to unfold.
By Meerah2 years ago in Poets
In meadows bathed in golden light, Where whispers of the breeze take flight, Nature's canvas spreads so wide, In every hue and shade, it hides.
By ayesha nadeem2 years ago in Poets
My name is Baby Face McGee, I solve crimes then take a pee. I sit in a chair and spit and swear, because despite my looks, I’m a real man with beard hair.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
Strange fruit hangin' In the Georgia breeze From the Poplar trees They tell us Avert our eyes
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
This poem has not mastered herself in literature, Neither has read many grammar textbooks. She doesn’t know how she looks.
