What is real? What is fake? What has transpired before me that brings me to my current state? What makes love real? What is love to you?
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Here I lay, In an old home That was once mine But boy have I moved Too many times To ever call one place home. I return
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
To a happy and sweet sixteen, and an undoubtedly beautiful, young woman. I just wished your sister a happy birthday, this one is a little bit harder.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
don't treat me like a fool it only means you can't see me for what i am the temptation is sickening and my eyes are fading away
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
From murky waters, Roots punctured, petal-patterned Rise, reach for the light!
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
i've figured it out i know what i am it feels hard to say but it's true: i'm a convenience. oh, and it's all so neat and tidy,
Semesters begin with an ambulance at my head... (I think that they will be busy next door) Leaky faucet adds to the hum of appliances...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Simply speaking shackled are the voices of those who dream of freedom If there were an iota of blame to place it would be in insolence inciting
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, so I avert my gaze if it lingers too long. I fear if I don't, you'll finally see me.
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
On the lake The fish are not biting so good So I sit back, relax, watching, The activity in the neighborhood A family of geese swimming
By Tom Farrow2 years ago in Poets
Take my hand my lovely friend And across the room we’ll glide Time will stand still, lacking an end While our hearts in this moment abide
