In the domain of verse, I will leave, To make a stanza with style and workmanship, A Villanelle, where refrains dance and flash.
By zia ulhaq2 years ago in Poets
There’s so much anger inside. So much pain lingering. To many broken promises. ~ For now, I’m hurt. My feelings and emotions feel obsolete.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Just like a silly little singing bee, Buzzing near my ear; I swing to swat, things I wish I forgot that keeps me far from free.
By Julia Alfred2 years ago in Poets
I have not forgotten fathers or lost daughters. This poem was simply born in its current form in response to an anguished mother after her son's death.
By Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single Mom2 years ago in Poets
I birthed a fire from an embroyonic state to a fully-fleshed entity deep inside oh how it burns * my lungs breathed life into
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Without you, I wouldn't have been as culturally aware, tolerant, open-minded, adventurous, and smart as a giant encyclopedia.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
Me...Ivan...I'd be delighted to share my thoughts on "The Sun and Her Flowers" by Rupi Kaur. Buckle up because this book is a poetic journey that will take you through the seasons of life, unraveling emotions and truths in the most breathtaking way.
By Ivan2 years ago in Poets
I hate myself for loving you... I know it's wrong but it feels right. What is so wrong with me To feel this way for my doctor?
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
Day wasted Nothing accomplished Instead of writing Spending hours on Facebook And surfing the web Sending texts to friends
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Keep out the light or hold the light inside, Folded and falling, tethered by a string; Eyes open, in the darkness, where I hide.
By Jamie LeFebvre 2 years ago in Poets
Oh Christ, I'm fucking hungry For the cigarette days full of black coffee, Tiny little jeans, and horrid aftershave When I was a nail-bitten mess
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Tiny hands that clutch and cling, Eyes that sparkle, dreams take wing. Laughter light, a tinkling chime, Souls untouched by hands of time.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
