You were a poem I never wrote down. I kept you between breath and heartbeat, where ink couldn’t erase you.
By Malik Kashif2 years ago in Poets
There’s dust in the attic, and boxes of time— a wedding dress faded, a clock with no chime. The ghosts here are quiet, they whisper in threads,
I saw you in the reflection of a broken window— a ghost of a glance lit by accidental moonlight. You didn’t look away.
Fold me a planet from paper dreams— crease it at regret, tuck the moons under laughter, let it spin on an axis of maybe.
It wasn’t love, not really— just the way you stirred your coffee like the storm outside wasn’t worth worrying about. And I,
Beneath my feet, stones tell stories— not loud, but persistent. A sigh of gravel, the hush of moss. They remember where rivers ran,
Dr. Edward... Dr. Edward the Mind Healer Nah! Fake Healer, Actually kids Candy's and Chocolate Stealer He never went to university, Nither took an EXam His Wise? It came from Instagram; what a Scam! He asks some deep Questions, then you forget your name Even if he Charges a fee— He's got no shame He claims to heal the troubled Mind But his brain— Error 404 page can't find He smiles eerily— It scars the bees Even Ghosts say, "Doctor, please! He writes a journal every night And wonders if his pillow is Right His parrot only read his journal with great pride While reading parrot rolls its eyes so wide C'mon Doctor, you've gone too far Go ask for wisdom from a pickle in a jar
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
Come gather ‘round and raise a cheer, For the tale of Xy you’ll hear. A fortress carved from mountain stone, A kingdom lost, a fate unknown.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
your name imprinted on my lips my heart conflicted and transfixed emotions fall like drifting leaves lovers recall the promised things
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
i used to go down on my knees to pray begging god to take me away but only after i paid my price --a life for life lost in the flames
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Today was just another day Of sadness, of sorrow No different than tomorrow. The universe cast me in my role but the universe hasn't made me whole
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
