Amnesiacs, all: forgetting about A plague that left no part of this world whole As if the thing itself we really doubt
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Last night I sliced away at the red and blue strings harvesting anxiety releasing remnants of us and of you but I cut too deep
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
We savour the palpable silence, save the tinkling of ice upon glass. All is quiet... but what of the tension that sparks the night?
Entranced by the prospect of Crowning cosmic glance, Longingly listening to the sun's unending silent scream, I watch.
By Aaron Richmond2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
You shield your untainted eyes from me? ** Look what you have done. ** Ripping me from the glacial ground when I was just quietly around.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
It is obvious: I have failed again I sought in vain to choose these words for you Each one a soft, cool kiss for your sad brain
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets
In a cozy tavern, filled with warmth and light, Sat a man with his goblet, gleaming bright. With a sparkle in his eye and a grin so wide, He raised his cup, ready for the ride.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe2 years ago in Poets
His omniscient imagination Rules kings, seduces virgins, slays soldiers His songs forged the soul of this proud nation
