Ballad

Soul Searching
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Phoenix 🐦‍🔥 Fires
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash I’m out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares I have walked through hell
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I Found Peace in Our Death
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Is this us too?
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Damnatio Memoriae
You want to vanish? Really disappear? Roll out of bed And look in your mirror *** Over 117 billion Human souls ever born
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
AfroCentric Jazz Club Blues
A beautiful Afro Black woman, dressed in a stylish tweed suit, sits at a grand piano in a dimly lit jazz club. She is playing a melancholic tune. The club is filled with Afrocentric patrons, all dressed in elegant attire, sipping cocktails and conversing in hushed tones.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
With a Thunderous Applause
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
First Love
I saw you once, and time stood still, A glance, a smile—I felt the thrill. The world grew quiet, soft and wide, With you, my heart had found its guide.
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting for Rain on a Hot Summer Day
The sky hangs heavy, white with glare, The sun a fire no shade can spare. Each breath I take feels thick and slow, The earth beneath begins to glow.
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
The Vanishing Apple
Generations 36-42: gene sequence - that of miscellaneous fruit. Here are instructions for disappearing, compatible with your multi-grafted root.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
BACK TO THE HUM. Content Warning.
This is a Syfy romance story about two birds who fell in love long ago when they met in a bird shop. Now, Lulu appears again in OUTSTAGES CAFE as a beautiful woman with a bird head. Sweetie & Lulu meet once again. Sweetie was reincarnated as Sweetie. Lulu was reincarnated as a lady with a bird head. This is a fictional Syfy created from my dreams and my very smart parakeet, Sweetie Bird.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets