In the hush of the evening, as twilight descends, The glow of the candles on our table extends. Laughter like music, a soft, swirling tide,
By GoldenSpeech2 years ago in Poets
The fearsome geometry of winter Shows that the elements are indifferent To us, as vines ignore the young vintner No domicile can calculate the rent
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Like a music count Numbers ascending order Exhale four two three
By Joshua Bull2 years ago in Poets
Stars fall and the night is dark Proof that it is a calling land She saw that the darkness paints a picture Trying to be in harmony
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
In the hope of winter we sleep at night The fog faces us, leading the horses And the frost hides if night comes And drags its tail in the horizons
My feelings flew away and illusion is a branch Imagination does not accompany feelings I write poetry, and my imagination has departed
Good morning, welcome dreams with a promise And embrace them to drive away the cold And when dreams promise the morning The cold comes to them from the farthest corners of the world
Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
Your mother gave birth to you on the day when visions came true The pains were alleviated by her arrow And you found in your mother's lap the best shelter
The son of the fog approached the nights His father called him: O cloud, stay with me And he takes the cold with him when night falls
