Ode

Guardians of the Heart
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ego
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Rain
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Burn out
set fire to the sky embers falling to the earth splendor of our worth
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Momento
These moments will pass, Like glittering sands, Through an hourglass. Good and bad are rushed, Falling silent forever; Lives and legacies hushed.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Foxed by Donna
Did you happen to hear of a young Canadian by the name of Donna? Of literary fame, she should surely be, eventually, in my opinion
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Return To Wayland's Smithy
Introduction This is my sixty-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Before the Spill
The world tilts forward not sudden, but steady, like a glass filled too close to the rim, like a road narrowing under the weight of its own warning.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Perfume
Sensualized here; shade, rustle under over, scent shared in twilight. The Great Gets Me... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Autumn Feels
Hot coffee, warm hands Steamy mornings and window mist Smiles drawn and wiped away Swirling winds, wild whistles Creaks and groans from a changing home
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Call Her Weak
Back in February I shared a poem,When We Don’t Have the Words, about being awake at 1 a.m needing to pray for a friend, and in the past few months, as we have fellowshipped and prayed together and shared our stories more I understand why!
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
September 24, 2010
sitting in the deepest hole there is no more place for me to go i wandered the streets waiting for a sign but on this one way path
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets