The Candle’s Second Life In darkness, something tried to breathe, A flame reborn from wax beneath. The blood had dried, the pain had slept,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
At every turning point, you were there. When the walls held anger and the floors kept secrets, I found your light in the crack of the curtain
By Oula M.J. Michaels12 months ago in Poets
Luna... Forgive my absence, dear wanderer, maker of night shadows, queen of the sunless sky... I have rightfully stolen a moment from
By Lamar Wiggins12 months ago in Poets
Dear patient keeper of sky’s slow breath, Forgive me for taking so long to tell you this. You watched me stumble through every season,
By Pamela Dirr12 months ago in Poets
A place where it started, The place that I go, To rewrite the rules, From long ago The moon and the stars, The spark in the night,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)12 months ago in Poets
The path of light, which shimmering, trails From the channel you carve through the inky veil Of a wandering galaxy, chasing its nine tails,
By Gabriel Huizenga12 months ago in Poets
The dusk drips gold on furrowed ground, I walk where laughter used to bloom; the ghosts of seasons gather ‘round, their murmurs rise, then fade too soon,
By SUEDE the poet12 months ago in Poets
Great protector of the elves, I thank thee. Ye lady of the ancient nighttime light that guided us From the times of darkness eternal into the time of light.
By Callum Summers12 months ago in Poets
Letter to the Moon An elderly mother sits by her lonely window, her thin hands clasped tight against her chest, her breath slow with the weight of fear,
Mind Muse Ruminations of various forms of abuse Of trauma Of guilt and shame Of the failure to listen to my highly-tuned intuition
By Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)12 months ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, dark and glowing I’ve finally arrived to raise my humble head to you. And as I do, I hear the howls and hoots of other humbled heads. It is not only me you speak to.
By Christopher Falcione12 months ago in Poets
