The One Pen In my hand, a single pen, A humble tool, yet now and then, It breathes life on a blank page, A quiet voice, a silent sage.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
Life. We all want to collect We all want processions. We climb the ladder of wealth hoping to find success. We measure our wealth.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
If both sides claim you, you are probably doing something wrong. If both sides critique you, you are probably doing something right.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
What is real? What is fake? What has transpired before me that brings me to my current state? What makes love real? What is love to you?
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Here I lay, In an old home That was once mine But boy have I moved Too many times To ever call one place home. I return
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
To a happy and sweet sixteen, and an undoubtedly beautiful, young woman. I just wished your sister a happy birthday, this one is a little bit harder.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
don't treat me like a fool it only means you can't see me for what i am the temptation is sickening and my eyes are fading away
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
From murky waters, Roots punctured, petal-patterned Rise, reach for the light!
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
i've figured it out i know what i am it feels hard to say but it's true: i'm a convenience. oh, and it's all so neat and tidy,
Semesters begin with an ambulance at my head... (I think that they will be busy next door) Leaky faucet adds to the hum of appliances...
