Sleep, sleep Are you a friend or foe? As a sit at my laptop to write Vocal stories Why do you steal on me? With my fingers on the keyboard
By Wanjiru Ciira2 years ago in Poets
Our love’s a grand buffet so fine, With every dish—a love divine. From spicy fights to sweet embrace, I savor each and every taste.
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Disaster I’m a poet, allegedly, Though my rhymes fight me steadily. I light a candle, sip some tea, And scroll for memes religiously.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I’d let you pick the song, my dear, No matter what—I've got no fear. Even if it’s five octaves too high, Or a ballad that makes songbirds cry.
Her needles click like second hands, stitching midnights into hemlines— each dress a living almanac of seasons worn and weathered.
By PrimeHorizon2 years ago in Poets
Call It Sleepy Lodge (If You Dare) £50 a night. You check in. You change. They call it Sleepy Lodge—if you dare, where windows watch and the silence stares.
Where do they go? All the thought-up fragments Those A Ha! moments The midnight ramblings and daytime scramblings for pencils and scraps
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You don’t like me You only like the fiction in your mind You don’t know me You only show me the likable version of you Show me your monster
It’s an effervescent antidepressant When you can’t pay your rent Money whores stripping us of everything As we cling to our last life line to reality
We're all going to hell in a handbasket and you're paying the bills said the official aficionado to the fucking moron eating the pills
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I love you. There — I said it. Not out loud, not to you, but to the pages that always listen. To the stars that blink above my lonely sky,
By Sabiha Sums2 years ago in Poets
