Dear Friend, It's late and I'm awake. I decided to write to you because I truly miss your silver gaze. I went outside to see if you were in the sky only to find your brilliant face was hidden behind a puff of clouds.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 months ago in Poets
He’s pulling in the driveway In his beat-up car He said he’s coming from his friends’ But he smells just like the bar
By Brittany 🩷5 months ago in Poets
***Authors Note: The song I listened to while creating this poem is Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson.*** Darkness and light combine into me,
Pieces of thought scattered like broken glass— each one sharp, each one catching light from a different angle.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Poets
I keep a journal no one will ever see. It smells of rainwater and coffee grounds, and every page carries a heartbeat.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦5 months ago in Poets
You may You may not Climb or fall Your choices creating a Ladder Of life You may climb Or not. Your choice, only Your own.
By Roderick Makim5 months ago in Poets
We post our mercy, polished bright, Animals saved in fleeting light. Likes like applause, gentle and small, Yet hungry children wander, unseen by all.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
Some things come In a natural light Some things go away In a simple way - - - - - - - - - - - - Easy come Easy go
By Thomas Terry5 months ago in Poets
Blossoms, Eostre’s essence, diminish into darkness. Still, I am reborn. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Poets
Freedom is not a destination but a door that opens inward, not a place you arrive at but a choice you make each morning
By Autumn 5 months ago in Poets
The shadows dance between the sunlight and the veil, twisting in the wind. My still small voice doesn't carry far, past the mountains and the moor.
By KA Stefana 5 months ago in Poets
The world tilts forward not sudden, but steady, like a glass filled too close to the rim, like a road narrowing under the weight of its own warning.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
