If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
It's temporary Just like everything else Not excluding time
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Gentle whispers bloom, Self-love, a delicate dance, Heart's mirror reflects. Embrace shadows vast, Tender warmth weaves through each scar,
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
Once a blank canvas My life’s a kaleidoscope Of God’s color wheel.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Tyrannosaurus Wrecks all competition with Gnarly repartee!
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Poets
The prompt Here I am joining in the fun, finding big words to make an Haiku. ~~ Haiku Anthropocentric Epistemological Maldistribution .................................................................
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
you threw me into minefield of your happiness our history burnt
By My Name Is Not Cypress2 years ago in Poets
Party hats, neon jewelry; happy birthday attire. Rainbow balloons, waxy candles; accessories. Pinata horses, construction paper flakes;
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
The reason we live is to praise His name. Praise Him for his faithfulness!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Lacy flowers laugh When butterfly passes by In the fields of spring
By Holly Nace2 years ago in Poets
Be a villain, then But with some grace, some real style Who loves sloppy fiends?
