Sonata as soliloquy: Echoes, In and out; Of me, as my heart, skipping beats Like stone. A cross. A still. Yet, stormy sea beneath which
By J2 years ago in Poets
Slowly to the floor I kneel, Life whispering like snow falling in the Evening hush of a wintery day, silent Notes prompting stillness and being,
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
Swore that would be the last time I let you take a scalpel to my brain, said: I will never speak to you again Lies are your first language, manipulation your second
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Stir flames against your fears and sorrows Incinerate your impulses and inhale Let all thoughts be ashes… soft and noiseless as lilies
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Soon it will be Autumn, enjoy summer while it lasts It's close to harvest season, with every day that's passed Longer days are gone, the sunsets are coming fast
By Her Ellaness♿️2 years ago in Poets
Slender form between air particles Incite me to find you Lend your everything and your nothing Empty out my pretenses Naked and just a little afraid
By Melissa2 years ago in Poets
stillness is the moment between two songs on the radio, struggling for reception. into a void I scream for an escape from the liminal space, trapping me and my stifled steps trudging the carpeted floor.
By Dark Constellations2 years ago in Poets
Still as the wind with no breeze I invoke nature to bring me peace Listening for any proof of existence besides me Embracing only energy that surrounds me
By Chrystal Holdren2 years ago in Poets
Sitting here, the stillness of the night deafens me, I hear that familiar voice on the night breeze, Little ugly girl, ain't Black, ain't white. No place to call home.
By Misty Rae2 years ago in Poets
Snowfall came early with hushed ferocity whilst indwelling levels of ‘comprehensive quiet me’ perched on a window ledge convinced I could read even as the
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Soft petals like snowflakes gently fall. In a delicate last dance they float. Like a final swan song before curtain call.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Screeching metal casts me, into a whirl of faces I stumble through the crowd, wanting out of these busy places Lead me away, from horns and chatter and glare
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
