R E D Red is the colour my skin turns after overdoing a sit-down on a beach It’s the colour of my marking pen when I try to teach
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
____ ∞ Paradise ∞ is Warmth ____ The bath thaws me. The suds swirl the bubbles silently popping like old ideas in my mind dissolving
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Loving Parents I listened to my parents arguing, She shouted, Go, I want you to get out. He never said a word, He left without a jacket
Headnote: I wrote this while listening to "Line" by Sukima Switch and felt the words poured out while I thought about what running towards the future entails as the song seems to focus on that. Coupled with a few personal feelings, I feel like the music and my poem share a synergy. Give it a quick listen! Maybe it'll make the reading experience much better.
By April about a year ago in Poets
1. The Ozone’s Full Of Shite The ozone’s full of cow pat fumes, not one of Earth’s more prized perfumes, it lingers low, it floats up high,
The old weathered wood squeaked, like mice, in a field of sun-ripened raspberries. Early morning fog, scented velvet aqua,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I Love Birds Not for feathers soft as sin or dainty chirps at 4am not for grace or hollow bones or nests they raid, not build as homes
It was not written in the great Book, However, I reasoned that, The 12 baskets filled with leftovers of bread and fish after 5000 men had eaten,
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
The gentle wind lilts and lifts my wondered eyes to the bluest skies ever Not a cloud to be seen Or known to be as delicate
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Moon And The Wolves The wolves sit by night and howl at the moon the moon just sits and shines without fear no flinch, no flicker, no shifting of face
Eternal Embrace: A Mother's Love The Heart That Never Fades 🌸 In the tender cradle of her arms, a universe begins, Where dreams are woven softly, beneath her gentle grins.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
While We Sleep in Doorways Do world leaders care? or just play king while we sleep in the streets? They sit in rooms behind the glass
