you smile at me your tongue in cheek a kind distorted simile misguiding everything I see into this thing you want to be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Poets
It doesn't matter if you are at the airport before sunlight Because you are still going to miss your flight. From the outside looking in, this does not look fine
By Adrian Holman8 days ago in Poets
I wish that I were special Different in some way Would you then notice me? Maybe even stop to say good day Would you be my special friend
By Calvin London8 days ago in Poets
I feel a fire swirling, every swallowed word loosened, every silenced defense crescendoed into a symphony of courage.
By Eden Row9 days ago in Poets
Her world was monotone monochromatic emotions were things that other people had that she was taught to keep quietly snuffed
By Colleen Walters9 days ago in Poets
What if the skies are god's eyes? Dark clouds spot her irises With blazing sun pupils Her gaze grows the roots in my garden
By Lolly Vieira9 days ago in Poets
🙏 Help me Lord as I’am in grief, Let me pray for his relief. Give your wisdom to this prayer, Make Your wish always be there!
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.9 days ago in Poets
Death… and the ponderment of its wandering concern. We cherish life, while in the same breath, deny its experience. The container of society looms ever-present over shoulder.
By Ly Anna9 days ago in Poets
I need to scrape off some arrogance From a character or two. Lay it to dry in the sun. Powder it. Dress a glass table in its glory.
By Silver Daux9 days ago in Poets
Sometimes our imagination runs wild when we don't know the fun of life ! The danger that lies in front of us - beside us or in the world that nothing can stop us !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
What do I think, Is that what you asked? You’re a dick. A wanker. A useless piece of flurd in my belly button
By Calvin London9 days ago in Poets
