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our love was a sapling, thin-stemmed, fragile, poised in quiet confidence. it was indescribable, the bliss i felt, growing in your taciturn nature.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
By Lizzy Rose2 months ago in Poets
Dear ancestors: When did you learn cruelty? When did you learn to live with Fearful fealty to the stories of pain Passed down through your veins?
By Vitaline Bretagne2 months ago in Poets
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
The rains from the heavens, do not discriminate They cleanse and sanctify all the same and offer a pause to both ruminate and celebrate
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
i am a dotted line, you tore me at the perforation, weary is the wolf inside me bound by chains, i have loved you past the point of perspiration.
wherever I go I see your face, if I told you that you'd think I lied, you haunt the walls of every place. / in the hallways of my mind, you tend to pace,
You told me once we were unsuitable, called me up to twist that knife, I guess time proved your words immutable. * you lured me in, that’s not refutable,
Before you try to drive the thing, be a passenger. 🚉 Sit with your forehead on the cool glass, let other people’s sentences
By Richard Patrick Gage3 months ago in Poets
