StoneHenge The circle that watches The stones stand, patient with the weight of centuries, their silence thicker than the night around them,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Road life ain’t the one you know Fighting over some postcode Wake up fricking smell the coffee…. These postcodes ain’t yours you know
By Haychie_Artist8 months ago in Poets
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
The Good Old Days, 1970 We had one key for the whole front door and left it under the mat Mum said “If they want the telly that bad,
Not my circus or monkeys trapped under big top surrounded by these foolish clowns
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
let the echo's of us sound tonight this moment feels so right It seems I've waited all my life every moment here feels sublime
By Quentin woodard8 months ago in Poets
The soft chin lowered to a heavenly field of flora, still not letting that proud smile take flight, yet the chuckle of happiness escapes through the starlit eyes
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka8 months ago in Poets
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
I see the same things every day, hear the same voices, for the most part, smell the same scents, taste most of the same foods,
By Maddy Newt8 months ago in Poets
He waits in rooms that smell like stale applause, headshots grinning bigger than he feels inside, a face that’s never quite “what we’re looking for,”
I’ll never forget one simple moment, years ago. I was trying to meditate, raise my consciousness, and then a tiny little being flew down to my hand.
By Gabriel B. Shames8 months ago in Poets
As spiders crawl upon your skin Do you wince or whine Lie awake at twilight as spindles Spin lacy traps Across your window
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
