What is life if we don't create? Is it truly living if we don’t ever break? How can we live if we don't let the fear wash away?
By Allison2 years ago in Poets
Your hands seemed cold, your nails were blue, and your fingers were shaking. I caught your secret smile when you turned your head away, the corner of your eyes formed a tiny wrinkle.
By Basma Ali2 years ago in Poets
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Love, oh love, how sweet and pure Like a dish, it has its own allure It's a recipe that's hard to define But with its steps, it's sure to shine
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
Amidst the chaos and the strife, She was lost in this unknown world, With no direction, no purpose in life, Her heart ached, her soul unfurled.
A proposition? Madam, politics needs you. And have I ever... ;) The Greater Problem * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
