after the pleasantries and subtleties of chattering on about the weather, needlework, craft shows, baby steps and diapers
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
In the dawn's tender embrace, A mother's power finds its place. With every sunrise, a gift bestowed, Be it a cry, a tweet, or sun's warm glow.
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
But I, I keep myself alight I keep myself upright Waiting to come alive Waiting to just stop dying Waiting to just stop dying, yeah ooh ooh ooh
By Lightbringer 2 years ago in Poets
~Closing Time. 29 April 2022~ ~ ~ Laying in my bed that day My heart so heavy I felt …
By VJHD2 years ago in Poets
Because I was going to weigh, I took off my shoes, coat, and sweatshirt and hung up my purse. I weighed more than I thought. Especially considering I shrunk again!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
O what can ail thee, knights-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
Fuck positive affirmations They don't stop the heart palpitations When my anxiety goes through the roof I have no proof That any of them are true
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
Youth, black and white, yes or no, speak or silence I hold my breath for peace, for calm, for all that is right Goodness once defined by order, authority, defined, underlined
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
