memorially broken pieces sensorially spectral or shrapnel remnants shards create charades façades fragmental particles
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
If I were the sun, I would feel honoured to be The one who illuminates What you keep in the dark Everyone would envy me,
By Rosie J. Sargent7 months ago in Poets
George Eliot: "It is never too late to be what you might have been." — Suburban Tourist - The time spent — nay wasted — won't come back
i moved back to the city. the city where i never grew up. the city that doesn't know me, or my legal name, but that knows the family that gave it to me.
By kp7 months ago in Poets
The modern mind oft awestruck, by constructs of old. - Stopping and staring lost for words, struggling to conceive. -
By Alexander Stoddart7 months ago in Poets
The Mausoleum cries its silence O' beheaded moment And now, you are a dream in the dark O' Star Silken black gloves no more to the touch
By John Scipio7 months ago in Poets
They creep into your unexpected moments Some you welcome with warmth and a grateful smile Others...you wish would stay buried...
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Poets
This Poem Slowly Enters the Man's Atmosphere While He is Tormented by the music of 'A Funeral March of A Marionette' by Charles Gounod
in Palestine, the morning begins with prayer, Allāhu akbar a single thread rising through the smoke, weaving a tapestry of worship—
By Sara Little7 months ago in Poets
Have you ever thought about our existence here? Ever thought about the cycles that come round, again and again, throughout our lives?
By David Muñoz7 months ago in Poets
The Life You Do Not Show There is a life you keep within you, Untouched by what the world can see, A deeper current moving slowly,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
A word Hanging on my lips Echoes A siren in my brain Did I say it? ... Again Again ... Three words - Three lies Eternal Resting Place
By Sasha Desideri7 months ago in Poets
