Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
I watch planets circle the sky And wonder If you Saw them pass by In your atmosphere Somewhere in a place I know Isn't right here.
By Abby Gustafson2 years ago in Poets
Do you ever feel unlovable? Like no one ever wants to see you? Because I do. Some days I feel like nobody could ever love me.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
I've found a beautiful life An idyll of green, where all I do is sing And I'm desperate to show you the sights, sometimes
By Violet P. Davies2 years ago in Poets
Do not rush the gentle stream With a nudging gush, where I am By the way of this placid scene As I let it race down the silver sand
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
he says he loves me, but i just met him yesterday. he says he loves me, but i don’t know his name. he says he loves me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
