The heavens opened. "Why is there rain in heaven?" No other questions.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Paint can colour white, on the walls and the carpet. Decorative red.
A walk down the road. "Why did I trip over my feet?" No vacation.
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Lithe movements Svelte frame Willowy build Sylphlike features Gracile dancer ******** Her lithe-like movements On her svelte frame
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I published three stories on Friday 5th January 2024, one has been published, and two remain. I thought this might show if new pieces are given priority
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In moon's soft glow, where shadows play, Lies the grave where sorrow stays. A woman rests, her heart now bound, In earth's embrace, her love unfound.
By ThePenArtiste2 years ago in Poets
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
In my dreams, I lay here in my bed, in my room. I listen to music. I watch TV in my room, the movies, the candles, the sage,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
