Hope Where Bombs Fall, Poppy of Memories The sky once burned with falling fire, Steel rain carved the trembling ground, Walls collapsed into hollow dust,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 5 hours ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 6 hours ago in Poets
My dear Claudia skipped Paddy’s night. Still I danced in shamrock-lit light. I sipped Irish mules, took pics laughing like fools,
By Tina D. Lopezabout 9 hours ago in Poets
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetryabout 12 hours ago in Poets
I said to you that I want you, but I have NO HOME!? I said to you, I need you, but I have family !? I said to you, I want a child, but YOU are NOT important !?
My Moon ... I Why? Why were you jealous of me? Now that the black night has drunk you I am a night without a moon.
By Manuel C.about 14 hours ago in Poets
Come, sit with me awhile. Tell me who you are. Tell me what broke you open and what grew there afterward. ✨ I have time.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Temporarily Love, On Hold I placed us gently on a silent shelf, not broken, no, just paused mid breath, like something sacred, waiting in the dark,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 16 hours ago in Poets
My boy We’ve grown old together You more than I You are a gift Powder nose Tired friend Your paws slip Your eyes are clouds
By Brierabout 24 hours ago in Poets
The Tears Behind My Mask I wear a face that is not my own, stitched together with careful lies, a smile painted in steady lines,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
She turns her gaze to heaven’s light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.a day ago in Poets
