Burden of giants our mothers inherit Borne without question or mention of merit Bequeathed unto to those To whom life they transposed
By J2 years ago in Poets
Certainly, I'll provide a poem about dedicated teachers. While I won't be able to reach a 1000-word count due to the nature of poetry, I'll aim to create a rich and detailed piece that captures the essence of their dedication.
By SONIA GODBLESS2 years ago in Poets
You are beautiful and capable I speak the truth in these words This thought is inescapable You are heightened, senses stabled
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
apetalous bloom: candidly deliberate, elegantly fenceless, gratuitously hearty, imperturbable joy. kindness's
By Anna Aimée Finken 2 years ago in Poets
It is the middle of a boiled egg that is squishy and malleable - No incorrect the center is the yoke.
By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets
A bit of drama threatens to ensue. But shall it arrive at my doorstop Carefully or with no warning? Dominating in presence
By ANITA RACHELLE2 years ago in Poets
All around me there was nothing But pomegranates and I knew I Couldn't eat them so I bore my teeth Damn those hell hounds and the
By G2 years ago in Poets
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Splashing over the sprinkled memories of thee, You ponder over the thought of how it could be. Reminiscing the golden days that held a silver line,
After the storm there is no calm - broken things litter the byways, creating mountains out of the wreckage. Desperate times do not call for action but acceptance.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Poets
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Thank you King. You gave your life to make sure we’d keep on living. Your struggle was the gift that keeps giving. Thank you King. When we were oppressed and dying inside you started a movement that made us feel alive.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
