long after the dawn breaks the chipmunk rises and it’s chirp infuriates . incessantly loud and painfully shrill warping my weary mind
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
The kindest souls don't deserve the torment, leave that for the people who only want to make others suffer on purpose. The hearts of kind people can only take so much,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I'm horrified! Yes, I really am, You see, I overfilled the bath again, I said, "It wasn't my fault!" When the phone started ringing,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Thanks to an appearance on a Netflix series (The name escapes me -Stranger Things perhaps?) this wonderful song from Kate Bush, experienced a tremendous renaissance in recent years.
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
I Breathe with My Skin I want to take my bra off, these girls, they need to breathe. It’s not I’m anti-social, just many make me sneeze.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
I am a Senior in High-School.🎓 I absolutely adore animals!🐶 I love being in nature.🏝️ I am an amazing artist! I draw for fun.✍️
By Lila Jane2 years ago in Poets
I stumble out of the pub - trying to hail a cab on a foggy as soup night A heavy blanket of alcohol- soothes the ceaseless, monkey chatter in my brain
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
In the realm where stars do softly gleam, A tale of love unfolds, a timeless theme, Beneath the arch of heaven's endless night,
By Ibrohim2 years ago in Poets
In a realm where time stood still, Where dreams danced upon a whispered breeze, There lived a solitary bird, with wings of grace,
By Navjot Kaur 2 years ago in Poets
My preference? Vanilla please, Don’t titillate, don’t try to tease, Don’t peer beneath my made-up skin, I’m not prepared to let you in.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
No static baby All clarity maybe 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 Bopping our heads in time to Sir Duke And you are so cute to boot 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Empty sunflower seed shells, they make good ladybug coffins. Giraffes make great bridges, stretched over waterfalls for tight rope walking.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
