My Life Is Amiable, I Feel The Love, I See The Beauty In The Air... Hardships Of Surviving Began To Erasure.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about 14 hours ago in Poets
I feel my eyelids, each one the weight of a golf ball. I’m standing up, trying to work… at my eyes are fighting me more than my brain.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 15 hours ago in Poets
I Am Telling You Directly About the Self. ⚖️ I am speaking to you about the fact of your own mind, not the idea of it but the actual thing operating inside you right now,
By Tim Carmichaelabout 15 hours ago in Poets
We sat on the porch, wrapped in the quiet, as she poured out her salvation, a heavy gospel laid at my feet. She recited her testimony like a script,
By Archery Owl about 16 hours ago in Poets
Hands grip the heavy steel. A violent heave, breaking gravity, then the crashing, heavy release.
By Archery Owl about 18 hours ago in Poets
Such a beautiful "movie". Time flew, nothing really changing There in crowd I attended treasure-pleasure hunt . „SENTIMENTAL VALUE“ (2025) movie jewel absorbing,
By Dianaabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Today is Plant a Flower Day. All gardeners understand that plants don't grow uniformly. Some thrive in strong sunlight. Others in darker corners. Some don't thrive at all.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 18 hours ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charltonabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Happy Dark Birthday To My Almost Dead Wife Tonight I baked a cake of black roses, five candles trembling like thin ghosts.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 21 hours ago in Poets
We have all this writing Yet what does it mean? Will anyone read it in a thousand years from now? It remains to be seen
By Christopher Beardabout 22 hours ago in Poets
I tried to understand how did he get everything he has had !? I know - I am NEVER that affordable, but perhaps - it's bad to ask !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Tell me something about yourself— Quickly, without hesitation. I feel how you feel, I see what you see, That’s how you know you can trust me.
By Ann Craftera day ago in Poets
