I do not love you like I say I do, yet I smile and laugh along the way, because if the truth is revealed to you my heart would not last for another day.
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
The pulsing calls in waves, softly. Constant. I know hands are for forging. Feeling. I kept you like a secret. Safely. I know arms are for holding. Healing.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher6 months ago in Poets
I grab my bag and keys, put on my boots, slip the straps behind my head, adjust, and give my nose a pinch to fold the wire.
By Dane BH6 months ago in Poets
After the death of Kayumars, the throne passed to his grandson, Hushang. He sat upon the throne of kingship and began to build and prosper his realm.
By ALI ABBASI6 months ago in Poets
Introduction A sonnet, I think you know what it's about. The song is "They Murdered The Clown" by Graham Parker, it's in my top ten songs of all time, and I identify with a lot of the words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
I walked where golden afternoons once stayed, Their whispers clung like sunlight to the leaves. But dusk arrived—the tender hues decayed,
By Aarish6 months ago in Poets
Falling in love had never been the plan - So finely stitched and perfect was his face, She never knew if he was mask or man,
By Phar West Nagle6 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
To my dear friends I have never met And probably never will ever meet Because soon you will either be dead Or I would have become too Ill to see
By Sara Elizabeth Joyce6 months ago in Poets
Have you ever seen the face of a star? Wreathed in luminous robes of hubris Flames encircle her like brushstrokes Legends locked in her Grimoire
By Thomas Speer6 months ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
When storms within begin to rise and roar, And all the world turns shadowed, loud, and wide, One simple act can still my shaky core—
By Tennessee Garbage6 months ago in Poets
