In shadows cast by golden lies, His charm like sunlight through disguise. A gentle touch, a summer breeze, Yet, in his eyes, a cold unease.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Pyramids built not of limestone bricks, not on the spines of sweaty, sandpaper-skinned slaves, but their masters' bodies emaciated by leprosy.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet dawn, when the world is still, A mother awakens, her heart full and filled. With tender whispers, she greets the new day,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
Indian Curry In a pot so warm, where spices blend, Indian curry simmers, a love without end. A swirl of turmeric, a dash of garam masala,
Her red umbrella, bright and bold, A shelter from the rain and cold. With every drop, it twirls and sways, A splash of color on cloudy days.
Bonfire Night On Bonfire Night, with skies aglow, Jacket potatoes, warm and slow. Wrapped in foil, so soft and right,
Her Red Fireworks Up in the sky, bright and red, Her fireworks dance, filling hearts with dread. With a pop and a crackle, they light the night,
In the glow of the night, she spins with grace, In her big red dress, a magical place. Laughter and music fill the warm air,
A slice of bread, so nice and warm, In the toaster now I wait I fold my arms . Pop! It sprung, to my happy delight
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life
The Red Lady of Wigan By a Wigan lake, where the waters flow, A ghostly figure in red starts to glow. She wanders alone, lost in her sorrow,
