Elegy
Give Me a Touch
Come sooner and give me a touch I will enjoy thy company very much Time is passing and I am crying Come soon come and I am dying
Muhammad ShaheerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNot Too Late
'He's gone too soon...' 'It's just not fair...' 'Always so kind...' 'She was always there..' ~ 'Such amazing talent...'
Judey KalchikPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTime
Time, a cardinal piece of life, she wrapped herself in, To escape the realities of what could have been. A sombre death maybe, a numb filled one, she ought to herself,
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A Sip of Amour
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in Poets Zombie
After careful consideration, I’ve determined you are: Befuddled and muddled and many shots over par, Crusty exterior with rotting mush underneath,
Merrie SandersPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBullet Holes
Once more, the prompt: Braille? Yes, that was my thought Reverse Braille that you have to dig Through until you reach some meaning
Kendall DefoePublished 5 months ago in PoetsReclamation
"Apple, apple, fallen in the water," begins the song we learn in the camerata choir. We are all girls, desperate to distinguish ourselves in notes,
Catherine DorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Day I Became a Cloud
After our goodbye, that’s when it appeared. Barely noticed at first, floating gray wisps, Cumulonimbus it became, lightning,
D.K. ShepardPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIntimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCliff Face
On the cliff Of life I teeter with The decision To end it All forever Living without you… An impossible Feat that I
Sir ContraPublished 5 months ago in PoetsElegy of the Unspoken
Unspoken words, like ghosts, they linger – in the silence of our days, In the spaces between glances, in the quiet unmet gaze.
Kevin NewtonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMaterial Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets