Carved open, weeping when she had to walk to recover To child-bear is to be a martyr As I slept soundly in another ward
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Youth. A time in our lives that is as dazzling as it is fleeting. “Time will always flow. Everything will pass by. That might be why youth is beautiful. It shines, blindingly bright, for just an instant. But you can never go back to it.”
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
Sticks and stones don't break bones but words can break a soul ... ask me how I know. You said you were a good man said you always do what you can
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Under the twilight's soft embrace, Beautiful voices descend from space. Heaven's chorus, pure and clear, Whispering secrets for all to hear.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
In the gray mist of morning, their voices rise, Sad children sing for joy, beneath somber skies. Their melodies weave through the air so thin,
I did what I told to do. I never did what I want to do. Never done things, Things I wished when I was just a child.
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
She always liked the boys in school, who never loved her but looked so cool, but that's old news... or is it? She always talked and drank too much
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the hush before dawn breaks, Whispers of the night do fade, A chorus stirs, the world awakes, Voices woven, light displayed.
The weekend dawns with gentle grace, A time to slow the hurried pace, The sun awakens, skies are clear, Moments cherished, loved ones near.
I'm a blue belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu Fighting my way, through the ranks I move But these blue belt blues, they're weighin' me down
By Nathan Tam2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the enchanted forest deep, A mystical library secrets keep. Ancient tomes and whispers of old, A labyrinthine repository to unfold.
By Meerah2 years ago in Poets
