In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
Step One: Wear quiet like perfume. Not too much- Just enough to make them wonder If you were ever really loud at all. Step Two:
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
Twitchy eyes, adrenaline spikes, and diverted attention. The nervous system tightens and suddenly you are alone in the world, trapped in a cage of desire bursting with an energy that once blew purpose and power into a cold, empty shell of a life.
By L.H. Reidabout a year ago in Poets
Where have I gone? I can't say I'm sure. Maybe I left in the middle of folding laundry, staring for far too long at the ceiling fan spin
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
An afternoon nap on a Summer’s Day Her back turned, slumber peaceful and sweet Awakening to a silent house but for a strange noise
By M.N. Sterrettabout a year ago in Poets
I am not who I say I am. I say it does not matter who people say I am. Every title I have acquired is for the purpose of secrecy,
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Inspiration is a simple thing. Like hope with its feathers, It spreads its wings. But the universe chose a cruel design.
In the end, we're all sad stories with social security numbers Collecting fake smiles and sympathy that eventually, nobody remembers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I wasn't built for eye contact or sharing uncomfortable truths But I'm ready to let go of that and unlock that grip from you
It’s easy to be invisible. All you have to do is go with the flow, make yourself small, * do a little people pleasing dance.
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
