Burdened by glorious purpose The thoughts grow into a visceral need Leaving you with words pressing against your innermost
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
THE GRAVE THAT GREW A DOOR I walked into the churchyard, Where my darling laid asleep, I carried all my memories, And promises to keep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
DEATH CAME KNOCKING AT MIDNIGHT Death came knocking at midnight, With moonlight in his hair, He stood beneath my porchlight, As though he belonged there.
The place where everyone forgets Wasn't sure if we had been here before It didn't look familiar at all Yet everything felt like somewhere we had been
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
Last night I dreamt I went to Andalusia again. I saw myself in a rocking chair on Flannery’s porch, the old jinny braying in the red clay distance,
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
My Mind has been on Voyage a Battle between Optimism and Sanity... On a Tangible Emotional Razz, My Pride is Struck by the Angst of Others, but I Continue to Rise Rebellious to Conceding...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 months ago in Poets
I SEEN THE MOON IN A JAM JAR I seen the moon in a jam jar, Upon an old market stall, It wasn’t very big that night, It wasn’t round at all.
THE MAN WHO SOLD YESTERDAYS A man came knocking at my door, With yesterday’s for sale, He carried them inside a box, All tied with ribbons pale.
Sometimes memories pop up, emerging from lapis and azure, like Margaret telling me about her boyfriend’s apartment in an old house
I MARRIED THE WIND ON THURSDAY I married the wind on Thursday, He proposed beneath a tree, He bent the branches down so low, They curtseyed gracefully.
WHY ARE DREAMS SO FOOLISH? Why are dreams so foolish, Why do they bring you near? Why do they let me touch your face, When you are nowhere here?
If life were a game of chess most people would be pawns Bottom of the barrel Feeling used by the more "important": pieces
By Donny Foley2 months ago in Poets
