So, this is your solution? Ice in your eyes as you Leave us behind. Even though you hold your tongue, Nothing will stifle my love.
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Poets
Sand in the Sahara sifts like a sidewinder Introducing stillness that shares peace with you and I Light of day illuminates the whiteness of the stars against a bold night
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
So, my underwear fell down, as I waited in the queue at the store, as I waited likely, my belt buckle broke, as I waited eventually leading to embarrassment, as I waited
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Speak no more. I don’t wanna hear the beat no more. Lower the volume. Evacuate all tunes. Noise is pain. Cracking my brain I go insane.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Simply put I like it when I am alone. Leave me to my thoughts, Endless ideas, the music of the universe singing, Never wanting to quiet these loving voices.
By Miss Riggie2 years ago in Poets
She doesn’t speak many words. Inside her mind is a thesaurus though. Little blooming words that can’t escape her lips. Everyone thinks she’s got nothing to say,
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Song sets sail in my quiet mind, In hidden places, thought Long abandoned, by the Essence of happiness, Nestled deep within the
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Shhhh! Listen… Incredible things can be heard if you but only still Lips stop moving Eyes close Noise from outside becomes distant
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Poets
Sound of an apex preditor Inward Indifference exuded outwardly as censor for the meticulously inclined Lending a lease on life to others
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
She lays on the driveway In a desperate attempt to escape from her thoughts. Listening to the stillness with peaked attention
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Poets
Stinky sandwich smell. Irritated, I hear the bell. Late again, oooh don't tell. Economics can go to hell. “Nothing better!” I caustically yell.
By Hyde Wunderli 2 years ago in Poets
Something stirs beneath the surface Inside labyrinthine walls built thick with forgotten scars, Left rotten and decayed in subtle putrefaction,
By Ian Read2 years ago in Poets
