I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
In the rhythm of life, where melodies entwine, Good music takes us on a journey, divine. Harmonies weaving, like a tapestry so bright,
By FAITH LOVEYabout a year ago in Poets
I Did It for the Money Don’t call me names, love You paid to watch you enjoyed it asi did Red light buzzing bare floor, cracked mirror
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Trumpets sound to the tune of my own creation A tune for me the god you see ~ Flying high, swollen pride, 30,000 feet,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to Roddewig (A sub-par celebration of a top-tier friend) How do you rhyme Roddewig and make it flow like a jig? Why does a judge wear a wig?
Some poets write for applause. Andrea Gibson wrote so people would survive. This is my tribute to them and my personal response as someone who once whispered pain into pages
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
