Hope is alive---Everything is alive Remember retrieve is not defeat Our mission is incomplete and we have all the abilities to beat
By Muhammad Shaheer2 years ago in Poets
This is a short story I wrote as an 8-year-old child. I decided to publish it and enhance my childhood story revolving around my connection with bears and owls and Native American culture.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Hold me Hold me like you used to Hold me until the nights turn to days and the days turn to nights Hold me until the the sun stops shinning, rising, and setting
By Tasmia2 years ago in Poets
Take a walk With me Through A garden Made just for Me and you ** ** ** ** ** One, two Just for you Three, four Makes you want more
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
“People change But it’s just a stage” “You’ll get over them You’ll find another gem” And now that you're gone, I’m stuck in this cage
Hey I’m almost there, walking on the pathway of glass now, hoping it won’t break Staring at the sun-painted tulips that occasionally appear on the way
*tribute to my sister-like best friend, Umme I love you * A break at dawn from the wonders of the world You awaken us, spreading your wings of flames across the ocean floor
when you left my hand You were breathless I looked at your eyes I was heartless You slept peacefully but I was still awake
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
As I said, Baby, I Can’t see myself Doing anything right with this, Even when I Feel like it’s all Going well.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Are writers becoming cagey and delving more into all the evolving futuristic techniques to grow their community,
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The pristine blue sky, not a cloud in sight, The green leaves of the trees waving gently, The coo of the birds in their good morning delight,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Leftovers of their actions Reminders of my own Weeping memories of battles past Angry eyes of glaring hate -0- The crumpled mess of broken flesh
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
