Ode

The Kids are Alright .
we’ve cried writhed seethed and tried to hide behind masks and blankets alike from the new demons that leer meticulously deconstructing our spirit through jeer
By purging purgatory2 years ago in Poets
I grieve
I grieve, I am grieving, when I am not with you. I know I am lying to myself, but I want your heart to feel it too. The winds of change pass me by, because my storm will never break.
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Poets
If tomorrow starts without me?
If tomorrow starts without me? One day it will! Today it will? Three truths and a lie to swallow like a bitter pill. The grandfather I never knew would say, “I read the obituaries in the paper this morning, and I wasn’t in them so I guess I better leave the house.”
By Dominick DiRienzo2 years ago in Poets
My lighthouse in the storm
In a house where light spills gently through lace curtains, and time seems to move in the soft rhythm of a bygone era, there was you, a vessel of boundless grace,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Stitched Memories of Miles and Moments
In the patchwork of our days, we wove our memories like an old quilt, stitched with the threads of our shared laughter.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
NATURE
**Ode to Nature** Nature, a masterpiece divine, A canvas painted, ever fine. With hues of green and blue so deep, A beauty that will never sleep.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
The silent scribe
In a house of ticking clocks, where sunlight falls in muted beams through lace curtains, I dwelt, a spectator in a script penned by unseen hands—
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
JUSTICE
**Ode to Justice** Justice, a beacon in the night, A guiding star, a shining light. A shield against oppression's might, A champion for what is right.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Now Wow!
Fear shown my weakness, But become strength. Fear taken me down and drown, But now I am strong. Then, don’t look ’in me down,
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
How can a kiss
How can a kiss, mean so much and yet be so little? Lips touching lips, convey so much, communicate the emotions that words cannot always explain.
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Poets
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
You were supposed to be the one person I could confide in. Hell. You were the one person I could confide in. You were my everything. You were the one person I thought would never hurt me - the one person I couldn't ever picture hurting me. You used to fight to keep me safe. You used to be the one who'd pull me out in order to keep me safe. You were my everything. My everything. I used to love every single ounce of you, and now I can't even think of your name without crying. I can't look at a picture of you without feeling like someone shoved a razor-sharp dagger into my lung. So I guess what I have to say is...
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets