With hair softer than fresh cornsilk, And a smile bright as a star, My little dragon Your heartbeat is my repertoire.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
Round and round up and down as a child - it was enchanting, never knowing which horse you’d be racing. Then you grow up
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Help Our NHS In the hospitals, where hope flickers dim, Tired hands work, stretched so thin. Through endless shifts, they forge ahead,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Waywardly I went down curves and gravel roads It seemed evanescence was used to line my clothes Nothing I tried to carry with me
Fear Not the Night The moon shines bright over the restless sea, Casting silver light on waves wild and free. Though the waters surge and break with a roar,
My Body. My Back. My Boobs My boobs hang low, and my back’s a little bent, but I’m still here, ain’t that time well-spent?
You can see the shape of them going up in smoke with the embers - the sparks of memories. Fire has no prejudice it holds us all in blame
I thought that I knew you like the dirt road I grew up on you couldn't count the stars but you could count them in the sky.
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Is Earth Safe to Call Our Home? A spaceship touched down, beneath the bruised sky, watching us ruin the Earth we once cherished.
Cries for Change, A Global Prayer First comes the flooding, where waters run wild, in the UK, storms rage, nature’s fierce child.
The 1970’s, A Life Time Ago In the days of hot plants and platform shoes, when style was bold, and there was nothing to lose,
