Ballad

Amelia
(Verse 1) Down by the Mississippi, where the water runs deep, Lies a tale of Amelia, in whispers she'll creep. With eyes like the bayou, a voice soft and sweet,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
Drunk With Love
Verse 1 You can spend your whole life waiting, Holding your breath, playing it safe. Keeping every heartbeat guarded, Never ever letting your passion misbehave.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
The Laughing Space Clown
From a 1979 poem written during my LA Times paste-up days to a 2026 film with my own vocals. Green, black, rainbows and a literal rainbow on a brown/beige striped couch.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
The Orchestra hidden in the meadow
Wooden armchair squeaks at the brink of dusk A Mother feeds a child on the porch, straight from a flask *** On the wall, dances the shadow cast by the candlelight
By George Roast6 months ago in Poets
Don't Buy Your Son a Gun
(Verse 1) Young Billy sat on the porch steps, staring at the gate While his father brought a heavy box that would decide the boy’s own fate
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
She Is The Music
Introduction “The Origin of the Harp of Elfin” by Henry Jones Thaddeus is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Don’t be *Ridiculous!!* 🐳
Ridiculous! More or less my favorite word out there. I say it all the time, describing only the moments that truly stand out.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
Spirit Of The Sea. Top Story - May 2026.
Introduction This is a Ballade. The form of this poem is meant to feel like the swirling of a sea or maelstrom. This is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
The Cliff
On the Cliff ~ I feel so broken So silenced Choked of the words That I need to spill out of my heart My mind feels chaotic
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️6 months ago in Poets
The Mandala Mantra of Love and Light √ Love Thy Self💛🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹🌹 LOVE🌹
Light Love Thy Self💛 crying tears. . . feeling betrayal . . . being ghosted by thy lover… seeing the truth in the evidence . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
I Can't Believe. Content Warning.
I can’t believe how time has changed, I can’t believe all the mistakes that were made, All of the problems that came, and how I was betrayed.
By Jay Jaeger7 months ago in Poets
The "Museum of Lost Smells
The "Museum of Lost Smells In the year 2092, the world was paved in silver and glass. We had solved the problem of decay, but in doing so, we had accidentally scrubbed away the soul of the earth. The sky was a permanent, controlled shade of cerulean, and the air was filtered to a neutral, odorless nothingness.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets