Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Each scar is an island, unnamed by any atlas, rising quietly from the ocean of skin. Some are coral reefs, sharp enough to cut memory,
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Look up. Not every star belongs to the living sky. Some are lit by memory, some by grief, some by names no one speaks anymore.
It feels like I say this a lot. Today was a hard day. But I’m alive. Today feels like I’m not deserving. But I’m still breathing.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
This was blood moon weekend. This was a silent weekend with mindless meditation. Sweetie Bird and I are. How are you? ARTGURU
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
everything is different now. yesterday was there, while today is here. leaves crunch beneath my cold toes as i walk this forest path.
By Courtney Annabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the trees I sit, at the place where roads divide. One path calls with promises, another whispers my name in silence.
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Death is not an ending, but a return. A soft release, like laying down a burden you have carried too far. It whispers,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
At the breast of the mother of invention I suckled from the teat of conviction In truth, I sought more than sweetness More than colostrum, rich in goodness
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
