"Hey, come look at this! Her and I have the same name… and the same birthday?"
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Reaper and Life spend their days by playing chess. Life has not won yet.
Some days pass like soft shadows - light, fleeting, almost invisible as they move across the hours. They’re sweet while they last,
By Zakari Rungeabout a year ago in Poets
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Glimmering steel swords Radiant green forest hues Beauty soiled once felled ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
We slowly trudge our way upward and the horizon above us is barely budged. The moments blur together into one long, unceasing toil.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
Asking yourself why has become your personality Why did they say that? Why are they mad? Why did they leave? It is quite simple really
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
I see you in the way god intended you to be seen I sit idly by waiting to hear heavens music that you call your voice The sparkle in your smile when you discover something new
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
There are fire opals and sunstones raging in my veins, a molten clock that only beats when you appear A kiln inside me where the sun you give me glow
