Ungrateful - yes I know! "Stacy" seems to be always on "your" mind! I've cooked: Macaroni Rice Lentil Peas Jasmine Pie Potatoe Salad
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Death Death came silent yet full of noise, Unseen by all in view. Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight, Its grip took hold tighter than tight.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Monsters Under the Bed They used to scratch beneath the floor, Twitching claws, low growls, nothing more. But silence taught them how to breed,
The Locksmith’s Chair On the shoulder of the M6 gray, Where fog devours the break of day, There sits a chair, with iron vibes,
Prayers for World Peace I hold the world in open hands no banners raised, no proud demands just quiet hope where silence grows
The night I stopped waiting was quiet, almost ordinary, which felt unfair somehow. I was sitting on the edge of my bed,
By John Smithabout a month ago in Poets
The Weight He Wore Inside He laughed at the bar, played the part well, a joker with eyes that never smiled. His friends called him lucky,
I wanted to grow old together To hold your hand forever I wanted to be your lover The focus of your lifelong plan I failed because I am just a man.
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror The locksmiths inside my mirror waiting with his keys his eyes are hollow his mouth does not move
I'm seeing him, this person right here, wearing an "African" chain - does that mean he needs his biological mane!? The line that draws the circle to "power" and "reality"!?
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By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Poets
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
