Memories flooding my mind In scenes of crude imagination Reflections bent the blowing pine Bending our view and destination
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Life has a funny way of shaking things up You come to realize you're really not that tough I would have never thought I would be disabled not in a million years
By J.W. Baird5 months ago in Poets
My tongue is cursed My tongue is life My tongue is a bandage My tongue is a knife My tongue is what fuels the hearts of so many
By Adib Thomas5 months ago in Poets
My walls were split by grief I could not hide, The fractures spreading deeper every year. I patched with pride, with anger, even lies, But still the shadows found their way in here.
By Carolina Borges5 months ago in Poets
We spoke in sparks that lit the darkest skies, Our laughter stitched the silence into flame. But time grew teeth, and distance sharpened lies, Until your voice became a stranger’s name.
Poetry speak of the wind in the trees And sings on of earth's sublime, steady breath, And bells in the soul a-tolled by that breeze -
By Gabriel Huizenga5 months ago in Poets
whispering spirits dwell within the solemn winds of mercy, crossing vast prairies and deep canyons, returning to a source.
By Lamar Wiggins5 months ago in Poets
Sumptuous thoughts float and surface, Undulating to shake their way a pace. Flitter and tempt in grandeur asunder, Golden chain evoking a hunger.
By S. Rae5 months ago in Poets
Laughter echoes against the walls, The dominoes fall. "Again, again!" Shout the children. Blankets scattered across the floor
By Ashley Lima5 months ago in Poets
Stuck at the soles of my feet, she follows me, And it's hard to discern just whose destiny is predetermined. Decisive steps and movements made;
You intoxicate me like champagne A bright, lurid, lucid pull A longing gulp emptied into my wanting soul As tides spin in the baritone of a promise on your lips, my name
By Insouciant Ennui5 months ago in Poets
When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait
By Joe O’Connor5 months ago in Poets
