Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Devils in the dust as it darkens the sky around me. Each little speck a vicious sting against my face; Leaving the crunchy taste of dirt on my tongue, in my teeth as I seek cover.
By J. L. Greenabout a year ago in Poets
The scent of jasmine lingers in the breeze, A soft hum of bees whispers through the trees. Sunlight warms my skin, a gentle embrace,
By Abdullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight's hush, shadows stretch like whispers, The soft rustle of leaves dances on the breeze, Silken petals brush against eager fingertips,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
I once was a girl In this world Who used to twirl Around in circles of butterflies And rainbows and twirls of free
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
Wanderlust. The world is your oyster when you get around. Every site’s a playground if you hit the town. Whether fire, water, air or the gravel.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath Verona's starlit skies, Where love’s eternal promise lies, Two hearts entwined, both fierce and true,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
This breeze, so calm and soothing! I closed my eyes, and with outstretched arms I avail myself as a symbol of freedom,
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Wigan my home In Wigan town where the river bends, The smell of pies, the warmth it sends. The people here, with hearts so bright,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
