I dare not follow Fate's red string, afraid to find frayed knots and scissors.
By Reid Christmann2 years ago in Poets
Who stood by your side? Who gave you all of their love? Who, what, when, where, why? --- &&& --- What changed our deep love?
By Calvin London2 years ago in Poets
Heartbeats press as one Embodiment of happy Alone together
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Rain carves silent trails down old glass, hearth ember-glows— time sleeps in the beams.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
Sigh it out and pray Kisses still wet on my cheeks Let them be okay
By Celeste Burt2 years ago in Poets
A magical place Words become chapters in books In mind's library.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
no, it hasn’t stopped innocent blood still runs down rubbled streets crushed red
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Golden light cascades, whispers linger on the breeze, love outlives the dusk.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
I found an old shirt in a dusty drawer, still holding the scent of a time before. Threads worn thin by hands now gone, yet memories stitched where they belong.
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
Here's a heartfelt poem that speaks to the soul, evoking deep emotions and reflection: I met a man with tired eyes, his hands were calloused, rough, yet wise.
These are two haiku’s about the paradox of trust, being capable of great beauty and harm. Trust is a great thing when put in the right place but can lead to great destruction when placed on the wrong person. I hope you enjoy!
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
