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
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?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Running from roaches reaching for fences far above the flood line. Falls from favor with ferocity, feeling radically on fire. But Wait...!
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
