The Extra Mile I ran that extra mile for you. My feet heavy, my breath torn. Still, your eyes were stone, still, your hands held nothing for me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Breath of Life I remember the quiet of your absence, how it settles in the room like heavy dust. I hold my hands to the hollow space,
Children Should Be Taught Manners Children should be taught manners. It is not good to hear a child swear. A soft word is better than sharp words,
The Carnival of Love lights hum in the night air, faces pressed close in laughter, eyes catch sparks no one else sees, hands brush, linger longer than reason.
The Feather Holds a Universe Feather shines in a secret night, a thousand stars hide in its veins. Green light trembles against violet,
The Language of Hands They speak without tongues, soft syllables pressed in palms, a grammar of warmth, where fingers fold like paragraphs,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
I am plagued by people that historically choose every other option except me. I have been taught that out of sight is out of mind for humans too.
By Moni Staxxabout a year ago in Poets
Chef used me properly until the burn. Now I dangle from a hook and glisten a rim of carbon inside my bottom lip, 1 orange mark of oxidation & chili powder
By Joe Nastaabout a year ago in Poets
For Brenda I miss you in the quiet hours, when the room holds only silence. Your voice still lingers in the air, as though the walls remember you.
The Fire Remembers Fireplace roars with its old tongue, the clock above keeps its still watch. Hands moving yet never hurried,
Ocean of Dreams Beneath the sunlit tides, I drift, Where waves of thought and memory lift, And currents hum a lullaby, That draws me where my fears lie.
