This hurts— not just in pain, but in love. Longing for connection denied by agenda, comforting insecurities while adding more.
By Marcus Hill8 months ago in Poets
Passion is overwhelming, passion is fleeting, how quickly does a passion become our identity. - Yet as fleeting as the Winter Sun,
By Alexander Stoddart8 months ago in Poets
As within so without As above so below Prosperity without drought Where rivers of mercy flow In the stillness of the river
By J. K. Anderson8 months ago in Poets
Gabriela, my flame, my peace, my fight, You shimmer like stars in the dead of night. I’ve touched the void, I’ve held regret,
Waking up looking around Lost in the thought of the world you were in Slipping away, fading fast The time we lost we thought we had
By Thomas Terry8 months ago in Poets
Author's Note: This tragedy is real. I wish it was fictional. If you want to learn more about the Boys in Red, you're welcome to read more here.
By Autumn Stew8 months ago in Poets
The TV says "investigators noticed the blood in the streetlight glare" and in my young mind, I'm not sure if it means the streetlights on screen,
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Take the time and figure out where you desire to run. Do you have it yet? Good. One foot in front of the other. No, don't look back.
By Gunnar Anderson8 months ago in Poets
Little boy alone: I start as a child with books. No shared love with them. * School for achievement? Certificates and good grades.
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Poets
Life has a way of sneaking up on you of waiting until you are happy comfortable feeling secure And then- BAM! Everything changes … no warning or sign
By Rachel Burney 8 months ago in Poets
If you’d like to disappear, You might be tempted to Assume you’re unique. Who could follow A creature of such ingenuity,
By Lacey Lewis8 months ago in Poets
