On the curve of night, where silence bends, A soul sits still as the dark transcends. Upon a branch that dares to dream, He rides the hush of moonlight’s beam.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
I got triggered this morning, a random scene from a film moving me to tears. * The vignette was emotional, certainly, but it was really only the tipping point.
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
I’m a stranger in a strange land The fan chugga chugga chugs As it blows away paper thugs The world shrugs As we slink like slugs
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
believing our-selves to be exceptionally kind to them while expecting them to be absolutely mean and unfair towards, these painful imaginations causes for imagination to imagine pictures and create thoughts at the center of which is a picture of self-pity, of being downtrodden, of needing care or of being special or thinking of oneself as"different"; a completely different and unique individual/human being that needs to be making special and interesting decisions and intelligence must be entirely absent from them
By Queen fabout a year ago in Poets
Streetlight casts A shadow on the walk Is that me down there? Outlined in the chalk? Where was I going? I really don't recall
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
June bugs bobbing in the lamppost glow On summer nights, so long ago The days I never thought to lose Now the flickering of a faulty fuse
By C. Carlsonabout a year ago in Poets
this. Why do the linguistic seeds I plant Isn't. flower into blooms of deep thought an. when sometimes, just sometimes acrostic. I want to laugh at the insanity and ridiculous
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Title: The Love Letters I Wrote for a Future I Never Had Genre: Romance / Poets / Fiction Structure: Letter-style Format Theme: Things You Can’t Say Out Loud
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
What My Childhood Self Would Say to Me Now Genre: Inspirational / Poets / Memoir Form: A Letter from My 8-Year-Old Self Dear Future Me,
