@ Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia The living walk amongst the dead; every day, under the southern sun. Their cultivated whispers
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
I knew you with merely a glance, Not with words or a fierce romance. Nor your soft touch calling me near-- Just seeing each other so clear.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
She brings me sunshine with her smile challenges me, coaxes my very best— even when I resist. - She is fierce, intelligent, emotionally mature,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
In the beginning, there was silence. A breathless hush before the soul was carved. And then, Love whispered into dust— "Be," and man was born—startled, alive,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
I have seen the face of man, Not the outer flesh but the lurking stain— A mask so proud, it veils the shame, A crown of thorns worn in disdain.
I have a dream, Not the kind that fades at dawn, But one that blazes in the soul Like a star that keeps the night warm. It sings in silence,
To the Moon, who listens when the world forgets to— She is the moon. She is a rhythm— timeless, tidal, tender. Predictable in pattern,
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
And so where does this leave you? A dark corner of my heart shown to you You can sit here with me Feel the warmth under body hair I don’t shave
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Fights excite me Violence catches my eyes Brings peace to my mind Revenge is sweeter when it doesn't come from me And blood is shed
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I never prayed for him to die -- not in the way you'd think. It wasn't a candle-snuff wish, just a hunger for silence. Not even peace.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Poets
