The love that wouldn’t leave my lips leaves me breathless I see the weight of the unspoken as you walk away I’d never breathe again were it not for the heaving of the breathless
By Kimberly Washington3 months ago in Poets
Introduction Hi! My first post, trying for the Villanelle of Regret challenge. I wrote this a while ago in the eyes of my grandmother. Do enjoy!
By Michelle N3 months ago in Poets
Oh how I long to be warmed by the sun, to know he is my brother, through and through. May I sense the sun’s presence when day’s done.
By Elliott Robertson3 months ago in Poets
in this square of regret I see procrastination, I feel less than it should be, I have yet to reach my “destination”, Yet I haven’t stepped my foot out like I need,
By Rachael Frazier3 months ago in Poets
Where shadows bloom by thoughts that won’t let go, I chase the traces of a ghosted name, A haunting ache that time cannot outgrow.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
When desire and truth collide, the heart keeps calling. 🌫️ I counted costs, but still I chose the mire And now the truth turns back to whence it came
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose, Trailing golden light - mocking, forever falling - a shadowed ruin.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Poets
I miss you more than you will ever know Your death shook the town I wasn't ready to let you go * Your murder left me with a new found low
By Susan Payton3 months ago in Poets
Green and Gold will never fade Our players have an intense drive Lambeau Field is where legends are made Bears of Chicago try to invade
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 months ago in Poets
I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes. I let it consume me, the wild rage, yet a smile on my face.
By Kara Walbek3 months ago in Poets
The memory of you returns though the years have passed away, my heart still calls out your name. Some shadows hold on to the last bit of light.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
I did not mean to yell. There was something on my mind. Couldn't you tell? I did NOT mean to yell. My love at times can be blind.
By Michael Owczarek3 months ago in Poets
