Source When I have to talk about it I start pathetic and end with rage That's just the way it is. I'm reminded I can't flip the page When you get to talk about it I start with tears and end in pain That's

20 hours with a pen and a book Whining and thinking of words to choose If only I wasn't me that will be easy Finding words will only get me Book and choose rhymed A glow on my face I can't hide A poem

Roses are red Violets are blue All is said and read This isn't that kind for you We are born and bred With emotions as glue Some with names like Ed Yet what brings us together is true Source Poetry is

All art by Ifeoluwa .O a Nigerian female talented artist, she mostly fondles with graphite and charcoal on white paper, shes awesome and shes pretty too, and guess what? she's coming to steemit with all

Source Why the rain Why the pain Why the shine Why the smile Understanding is the language you can't speak A mind of the heart , I wish for thee Silence is just an absence of vibes Tears don't need shoulders,

Even when the "go" is tough, And every path, Lo! a bend or curve, Stray not, never say "Enough!" Stay on, get off the rough! Even when the path seems steep, Every climb, a weary weep, Keep on! never cease

can we meet and relate like I knew you from the past ? will you see me and just understand? shall we move on where we stopped? now can we live? can we have fun? can we laugh? Steepshot | IPFS | Google

Source # EMPTY Oh you! so dried up and empty But amazingly echoes come alive from the empty room . But are echoes needed? You allowed strangers in. Of course you are beautiful. you were made to receive

Our extrasolar springoriginal poetry w/ reading featuring fractal art by JanRobbe [Day 1 of 100] -----My recitation of----- "Our extrasolar spring" -----Is on @dsound----- ---► Listen on DSound---

Message in a bottle The winds slam against the ship Sea roars drowning out the captain The sun turns away in disgust Message in a bottle Dark clouds stretch themselves A great yawn, my ears deafened Flashes,

Please bare with me as I share some of my poetry today. I haven't written any since I was a teen, with the exception of the poem below. I want to get back into writing poetry, however, so I am using the

Virgo North Node By Stephen Martin So it seems I've been here before Many times? Well, at least enough times that I've accrued quite a Piscean deb(p)t(h) It's not really the quantity that matters anyway

Source You told miss how proud you were You looked at her with pride For her purity, You called for a feast And all alone, I watched you watch her. You walked hand in hand with miss You'd call her princess

In the dead of the night You call out to me Like a siren unto sailors So irresistible, but unto death I loose control of my very being You awaken my primitive instincts Life has no meaning And my life

--Announcing the-- ---Steemit School Poetry--- --100 Day Challenge!-- Introduction Hi everyone! I'm ecstatic to announce that I'll be launching a 100 day long poetry challenge for all skill levels from

"i wanna leave my footprints on the sand of time..." those are the lyrics to Beyoncé' song, 'I was here'..I left those footprints but how long will they last? can we do something remarkable that

it's funny how I love water and still get scared of waves ..that was the second time @enoch158 had to drag me in there....😂.. my muscles obviously show some sort of resistance. ..don't laugh alone😂 Steepshot

The Challenge's rules: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life Present one image everyday for 7 days No people No explanation Nominate another everyday Use the tag

To mark the celebration of my 1,000 followers here in Steemit, I am giving away $100 SBD through a Wushu Challenge as a way of appreciation to all my followers and those who supported my Steemit journey.

Chapter 1-Just a touch Source And as the weather got colder , so did my thoughts run wilder. lying on bed, was me trying hard to be the perfectly good girl. As if the memories that brought some feelings