Nate the great, open the gate - to a life full of love, happiness, and joy! Greet each day with a yes, not a nay, and see what blessings it brings.
By Sasha Chaply5 months ago in Poets
For B . This weighted blanket you gave me lessens the sting of light though it no longer holds the scent you wore Christmas night, cut primrose.
By Justin Keeling5 months ago in Poets
I watch the sun move ‘cross the sky knowing it will set. All I need to do is try, but I haven’t done that yet. The hope is everpresent;
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro5 months ago in Poets
I dread to wonder who I’d be today If wildly divergent paths and choices Instead I’d taken along life’s highway, Or followed foolish words, advice, voices.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 months ago in Poets
The child within me yearns for justice, the young woman she's become longs for peace. The anger bubbles over and burns us,
By Lizzy Rose5 months ago in Poets
There came a youth with many faces, his manners and his words were fair. He swayed all lis'ners with his graces, while hiding why he lingered there.
By Ellen Stedfeld5 months ago in Poets
With you I made my peace with ups and downs, A fall together beating solo rise. The filth and frolic of decaying towns Deserving equal place in our gray eyes.
By A. S. Lawrence5 months ago in Poets
when my emerald eyes bleed black, i turn left towards the light i dash, you cannot see that love is fickle, yours feels like petty theft
By Courtney Ann5 months ago in Poets
UN-conscious, must protect oneself at all costs, So as not to be seen for all they truly are - The other remembers who they were, but can’t pull them back,
By Grz Colm5 months ago in Poets
The hill exhales a damp, metallic breath, its ridges scarred by centuries of rain; the soil remembers coronation, death, and presses bone to stone like wax to vein.
By Isabella Nesheiwat5 months ago in Poets
We used to write poems on cliffs so high, Above the clouds, where the winds would fly. You held me steady when storms drew near,
By Christopher Stiner5 months ago in Poets
The narc can-not show who they really are, or else their egregious mask would split – the poisonous vitriol smatter far,
