What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
No Broken - just a few holes and cracks. Not quite worn enough to throw away, and she takes up too much space. What once was priceless,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
How can I tell you of my pain? It’s not a story, not so plain. Not a word I can simply write, Not a tale to recite tonight.
The Love One day, I met a lover on the roadside, And then a long conversation began, side by side. I asked him, "Why is your attire pale green? Why do your desolate eyes hold a watery sheen?"
Mother's hands knew salt kills frost - worked it into ground as dawn broke, like burying small wars. I watched her shake crystals
By Tiffany Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
There is a rugged softness to him That cushions The impact from the frozen ground And shields my marrow From the frigid depths
I claimed you though God had not ordained you. Planned and convinced myself I was your wife. You’d been forth coming with your identity
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Poets
to love - but fear vulnerability to lie whitely - but speak honestly to need solitude - but crave intimacy to speak first - without thinking
Free verse, shmeeverse, give me structure! Don't just vacuate some duct your Brain engages with your hand, and Declare it great, and call it grand!
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
