The Weight Of Pointing Hands The sky burns red with voices never spoken, A quiet storm that gathers without sound, They circle close, their fingers sharp and broken,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Seaside Breathing The sea breathes along the shore, A rhythm older, than before, Waves roll in, then drift away, A quiet ending, to each sway.
Pearly shells, shining in the sun, the melodies of the sea – linger in every one. Footprints in the sand, washed away by the waves,
By Rasma Raisters7 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Watcher A steady gaze, a quiet flame, No need for words, no need for name, The forest lives behind those eyes,
Are you against genocide? Is a bit of a fucking loaded question. There's a tender scale that begins to tip With every microsecond of hesitation I take.
By Ruby Red7 months ago in Poets
I think what has happened Is that I have fallen in love with life. I have met the ones who flare my soul into full blossoms
They don’t tell you about the time you look at your partner and don’t know who they are. …Or you look in the mirror and don’t know who you are anymore.
By Gabriel B. Shames7 months ago in Poets
Boots in Rhythm A hat sits proud with curved brim wide, Boots stand firm with steady stride, Roses bloom in colours bright,
I looked at the road ahead, a long, gray ribbon cutting through the mist. There were no footprints beside mine, no shadows to keep me company.
By Hazrat Umer7 months ago in Poets
I never stopped calling it love— even when it started repeating itself: same wounds, same hands, same ending wearing a new excuse.
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
Although I never held you, I carried you for a short time Unaware that you were a part of me Never expecting a piece of you to remain
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Poets
~Let us Give Thanks 2nd Chance Prayer!~ Let us give thanks For those second chances, Let us give thanks For amends, Just...
By Jennifer Cooley7 months ago in Poets
