Before The Silence Comes We wake, we dress, we walk into the day, Thinking the hours belong to us, Thinking tomorrow stands waiting at the door,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Sir Winston slept thrice Tucked beneath foggy London Others? With his charges ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Poets
I hope to never call a POLICE officer - I have compassion !? I hope I never have to call a POLICE !? I hope I never have to call a POLICE !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
The police said I need MY medication - a mentally ill person, who have NO family ! The police said I need to spend time with those who seemed to NOT have anything !?
After about a few times talking to myself - I thought why don't I just stop and ask people some question !? I could have learnt the greatest thing known to MAN - but let me try and make you understand !?
While action speaks more than words - what does it say about me !? A woman who has NO future in any country !? A woman who spent her money on clothes and shoes - the world has nothing else to offer !?
I think it’s time for us to say goodbye God knows you can’t say I didn’t try. For nine long months, we have played this game
By Calvin London2 days ago in Poets
So I woke up today and thought - why am I sad !? I woke asking myself - why am I depressed, walking around with a "10 month" OLD child in MY stomache !!
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
In the corner of a dim-lit room, A mirror stands, encased in gloom, Its surface glass, a shroud of night, Whispers secrets, veiled from light.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
She Never Found Her Way Home She left with a small case, and a restless bright heart, The train pulled away from the quiet green lane.
In the heart of India, where the rivers flow, The monsoon whispers secrets, soft and low. Clouds gather like a choir, dark and grand,
The Deepest Love, Still Singing I heard your voice inside a quiet song, Soft as breath upon the evening air. It moved through rooms of memory and time,
