In soaring heights, we chase the sky, Yet answers dwell where voices lie. Not in escapes to distant lands, But in the clasp of reaching hands.
By Dhiya Vetri 2 years ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, we greet the day, With dreams aloft, we find our way. Hopes we hold, steps we make, This is what we bring, what we take.
June 19, 1865, I was set free from being a slave, but ever since they’ve tried to keep me in a grave. Black flesh is still rough. They took off the chains of old and replaced em’ with handcuffs
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Hello Mr. Freeman. Hello my ancestor. Is there a future of chance when we thrive? Yes, June 19, 1865, a beautiful day to be alive. That’s why I’m writing you a letter.
In the first light of the breaking dawn, Where dreams of night are gently drawn, There blooms a love, without constraint,
By OptimalEdge2 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of a summer’s night, Where stars and dreams take gentle flight, There blooms a love, both soft and warm,
In the whisper of the evening breeze, Where love flows like the gentle seas, There lies a path that two hearts tread, A journey where their souls are led.
In the quiet dawn of morning’s grace, Where sunlight paints each loving face, There sings a symphony so sweet, A melody where two hearts meet.
In the quiet of the midnight air, Where dreams and stars entwine and share, There blooms a love, profound and deep, A promise made for hearts to keep.
What’s up Josepher? That’s not my name, have you no shame? You don’t like that nickname? Then you lame! Stop with the games. Leave me alone so I can rap.
author photo Strolled through an old park, one I used to visit on a lark No lawn bowlers that day instead it was highschoolers at play
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
you knew me biblically but never like a religion while i was your most devout disciple breathing you in was gospel
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
