I've watched the rain Hit the window pane Hour after hour I've pined to dance In the clouds as they advance Oh, what it would be
By KA Stefana 8 months ago in Poets
Rip right through me tear my skin leave your mark become a scar
By Isabella Walker8 months ago in Poets
Not raised by hand, but claimed by ancient will, Where bedrock thrust a shoulder to the sky, Or glacial drift left monoliths stock-still
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Know when to go, know when to stop Walk with your head held high Never turn your back to anyone even when saying bye Back out of the situation facing everything
By Ahnesia Johnson8 months ago in Poets
This hurts— not just in pain, but in love. Longing for connection denied by agenda, comforting insecurities while adding more.
By Marcus Hill8 months ago in Poets
Passion is overwhelming, passion is fleeting, how quickly does a passion become our identity. - Yet as fleeting as the Winter Sun,
By Alexander Stoddart8 months ago in Poets
As within so without As above so below Prosperity without drought Where rivers of mercy flow In the stillness of the river
By J. K. Anderson8 months ago in Poets
Gabriela, my flame, my peace, my fight, You shimmer like stars in the dead of night. I’ve touched the void, I’ve held regret,
Waking up looking around Lost in the thought of the world you were in Slipping away, fading fast The time we lost we thought we had
By Thomas Terry8 months ago in Poets
Author's Note: This tragedy is real. I wish it was fictional. If you want to learn more about the Boys in Red, you're welcome to read more here.
By Autumn Stew8 months ago in Poets
The TV says "investigators noticed the blood in the streetlight glare" and in my young mind, I'm not sure if it means the streetlights on screen,
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
