Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the hush of moonlit veils, Hidden lovers leave soft trails. In shadowed corners, hearts collide, Where secrets in the night abide.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for July 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
A moving heart, a restless beat, It travels paths where dreams and shadows meet. It wanders through the realms of hope, And on the winds of change, it floats.
Green grass beneath the morning dew, A canvas painted fresh and new. A verdant sea, a tranquil place. It sways with whispers of the breeze,
What sort of flower needs the protection Of a slightly ridiculous, plumed knight? From what deranged imagination Came this preposterous, floral fight?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In twilight’s gentle, fleeting grace, A whisper stirs the evening’s lace, Soft murmurs in the evening breeze, Where fleeting dreams and echoes belong,
In the hush of twilight’s glow, Where gentle night winds softly blow, We find a quiet place to lay, Our weary hearts and minds at bay.
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
