Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
She’s seduction, mind control; sordid thoughts infused Im silent, consumed by a lecherous muse Lascivious intentions I know she purposely induced
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Sad to admit, I am not in the mood Lost the will and the wit to Exude a new feud Nerves have the better of me Can't stir a sound, guess I'm screwed. I can't buy an
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Silence, finally. Now, let's meditate! Eyes closed. Posture straight. Inhale, exhale, inha—oh sh*t, did I forget to lock the gate? Q u i e t, brain!
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
From beneath The opening Of my blanket Morning Murmurs hello From behind My eyelids Something Gently whispers Stay closed
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
So, what am I supposed to do with this now, you took it and ran like a rabbit? It’s like eating your favourite sandwich with chicken mayo and lettuce and it becomes your habit
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston2 years ago in Poets
Yesterday, I found a dead bug between my poetry book pages. It looked like a giant ant with web-like wings, Perhaps a baby dining-needle on a quest for finding meaning.
I asked lots of questions when I was a youth I’m still asking questions although I am big If a rapper is sexy with one golden tooth
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
Standing on the mountain top with my eagle-spread arms, I’m breathing in the silence, dreading for the others to catch up and freak out.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Poets
Dana wrote a little book, And published it himself. He filled it full of poems and stuff From his dusty old shelf. He published it on you-know-where,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
The fractured light of the candle conceals my excitement I hold the ace close to my chest In pure amazement, the crow feather I found, on the ground, is lucky
