At the hairdresser's, to the beat of Pimpology, A striptease on a stripper pole, Too Short's rhythm sets me free. Twerking at the Airbnb, Janet Jackson's "Moist" plays,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the hull, a voice like scraping shells, Offered a bargain, a whisper that compels. Salt-slicked hair, eyes like pools in the dark, The mermaid’s promise, a phosphorescent spark.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
In Lamentation Ridge, where shadows twist and moan, A banshee's wail, a sorrow's icy bone. Through mist-clad moors, her keening cry takes flight, A harbinger of death, beneath the dying light.
In shadows of the ruins, where beauty turned to blight, A sculpted maiden wandered, with tresses wreathed in night. Medusa, scorned by gods, with serpents for her crown, Knew only fear and silence, a terror draped in gown.
In a crypt, beneath a cobbled street, a flickering gaslight's yellow glow, The Reaper grim and Imp in heat, downing pints of spectral grog.
I dreamt often of escaping, New worlds my heart's true aim, To find the quietude of nowhere, Where the stars have learned my name.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
When all the oceans we have crossed, And every shore our feet have lost, What lies beyond the waves so vast, In uncharted realms, our sails cast?
Beneath the surface, where the blue grows dark, Deep sea diving in the ocean's heart, With you by my side, we chart the course,
I'm alone, self talk Soft, water walk I drown in the fluid I wake up from the lucid Yet I'm wet, poured by a bucket "It is early enough for plants to grow"
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
In the grand design of destiny’s plan, God molded you with a gentle hand. Every detail carefully crafted, each trait and quality matched. Your laughter, a symphony of delight, filling my life with colours so bright.
By Joe Akagu2 years ago in Poets
In shadowed depths where fear do often lurk, there lies a trait that sets the heart ablaze. Courage! Bold and steadfast in its works, guilds us through the woes of endless days.
Friends are a second family, And you may find many rapidly, They never let you down. Unless you always frown. Never do they ever complain about you,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
