Clawed hands; tidal winds Unearthed spirits out to roam Vengeance; death’s best friend
By Bea Weaverabout a year ago in Poets
i buried the past and the memory of you in smoldering ash
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Footprints in the sand One set into the other Escaping the sea
One flicker remains Heeding call to the darkness As whiperwills cry
shadows came calling with secrets stirring the ground from six feet under
Notes to remind of opportunities to read and share trying to understand and indicate what is learned for one has written
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
You did not think you controlled this story, did you? Hit that like button.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Cutting uplifts you. Your victim's screams make you sing. 🩸 Knives are your drum sticks. 🩸 🩸 _______________Bolt⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The stars shine tonight, They blind you from the truth of everything I am. The midnight aether acts as my confessional,
Oh, sweet agony. A shriek that shimmers, heat haze in the morning air
By Gina Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Empty swing creaks slow Footsteps circle where none walk The dusk holds its breath
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Are ghosts ancestors? My heart beats fast. I see them! Ancestors are here!
By Carl Hartmanabout a year ago in Poets
