As the new year approaches, we reflect on the resolutions we have not met and starting a new chapter in our lives. We turn to our trusted calendars.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Time aches, so I thought nothing when I walked out the door I stood there bewildered, that shouldn’t be out here Silence echoes but its scream was a roar
By Allyson Wittekind2 years ago in Poets
Today was a happy day, I sat there listening to your stories from chapters of your life, About what you had to say, and what you were like back in the day.
By Frances Helena2 years ago in Poets
Ancient unforgiving tree, O would that your boughs could bend for the lowly likes of me Still; unyielding be Pearls to swine ye never lend,
By J2 years ago in Poets
Where there is violence, There shall be no peace. The stars watch in silence. ~ The powerful pretense, The great bomb that frees,
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Heart and soul enmesh with Divine Overflowing with unconditional love Ethereal and physical intertwine Residing outside egoic mind
By Sherry Ryan2 years ago in Poets
Was it all in my head? You've left me feeling so confused. Is there someone else you want instead? What did you think once my messages were read?
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
Not one more smile will I lie, For my eyes and lips must forever be true; The pain and suffering will no longer cry! Memories will forever try
By Chrystal Holdren2 years ago in Poets
Alexandra was always drowning in An ocean of her relentless weeping. Poor child. Will this sorrow ever end? Alexandra had constantly fallen
By Cat the Autist2 years ago in Poets
Wings of geometric lattice rest in perfect arc upon cocoon. Long forgotten in the dark of nature’s attic, this little atlas moth shall soon embark upon the moon.
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
In a modern world, where progress stands, Wars persist, in distant, foreign lands, Unfair, the suffering from unseen hands.
By Joanna Henderson2 years ago in Poets
Love so pure, orthodox. One, and sure. • Jim loved her. Watch was swapped. Love so pure. • Combs the cure for her mop.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
