Awake Staying Awake Living life Awake Being Awake / Living life in darkness Blinded by the light of day Searching for the answers
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Welcome to the mosh pit Stay home If you’re afraid to get hit There are no enemies here Just friends and good times Our music doesn’t always rhyme
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the storm, I found my fight, A heart once trembling, now takes flight. Waves of worry crashed and tore, Yet I stand stronger than before.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
A part of me wonders how long this cycle persists. How long will Life keep hidden my happiness? The other part of me is hanging on by a thread, onto whatever little optimism I have left - I command a soft smile on my face but on the inside, I carry weights of pain.
By Jesseabout a year ago in Poets
See you tomorrow The last words I heard you say Above, still you see
By Alaine Hayabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Longing In the quiet of the night, I hear, The echoes of your voice so near, A whisper on the wind’s soft breath, A haunting song of love’s regret.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Silent Yearnings In shadows where my heart does dwell, A love unspoken, none can tell, Your gaze, a light I cannot claim, A silent yearning, endless flame.
There you had me, wrapped and weaved, Broken and brutalised, entangled around your hand and yet not wanted, Spilled blood and a raised pulse meant nothing to you,
By Ashyr H.about a year ago in Poets
Today in my writing work group we had to write a poem all in 2nd person. I was a bit confused because I don't usually write this way. I guess when I write the word "you" I am usually writing about "Her", not me, so it was weird. Anyway, here goes.... Feedback is appreciated but it's okay if it is too boring to comment on. LOL!
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
I packed my bags, shut the door, Not sure what I’m heading for. The world’s the same, but something’s new A pull toward things I never knew.
By Kelabout a year ago in Poets
Ice Cream The sweet cold sensation in your mouth The radiant flavors pouring over your tongue Ice Cream The crunchy cone that holds it all together in your hands
Developing technology to chronicle our destruction We’ve been here so long Yet, we know so little The more we learn The more disappears
