Happy Dark Birthday To My Almost Dead Wife Tonight I baked a cake of black roses, five candles trembling like thin ghosts.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
We have all this writing Yet what does it mean? Will anyone read it in a thousand years from now? It remains to be seen But I wonder what they would make of it
By Christopher Beard8 months ago in Poets
Tell me something about yourself— Quickly, without hesitation. I feel how you feel, I see what you see, That’s how you know you can trust me.
By Ann Crafter8 months ago in Poets
One thousand thoughts drift through jello’d hippocampus Back against carpet
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
Our story can't be done here I won't let you just walk away If I do I'd surely die today I made a promise I just cant break
By Quentin woodard8 months ago in Poets
The Crow Who Fell In Love With Emma A crow watched Emma in the late evening garden, black wings folded like a secret kept too long.
My condolences Thoughts and prayers They were patriots They died for our country Our freedoms The lies we tell ourselves
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Only some will make it Others will never be seen All we know is that they are written by someone behind a screen The rest they will have to glean
Imagine if every time you needed to write it was a chore Hard labour to put down one word Or maybe you had to lift it like a heavy load
Light as a feather. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Stiff as a board. Light as a board. Stiff as a feather. I want to levitate.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
Before The Silence Comes We wake, we dress, we walk into the day, Thinking the hours belong to us, Thinking tomorrow stands waiting at the door,
Sir Winston slept thrice Tucked beneath foggy London Others? With his charges ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
