This poem delves into the chaotic and fragmented thoughts of a person in a state of heavy intoxication, portraying the world as a shifting, distorted landscape viewed through a kaleidoscope of emotions. It explores themes of disorientation, vulnerability, and the search for fleeting moments of clarity within the haze.
By Xavier2 years ago in Poets
---------------Start---------------------------- From whispering woods, a blur of tawny fur, He stumbled in, a wild heart unprepared.
On lazy Sundays, after homemade lunch, I loved to hike into the chaparral wilderness. Walking under the oaks, sycamores, and cottonwoods,
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
That’s not an ordinary sprawling sycamore tree. To me, it’s legend. Easily older than my grandfather, it must have lived a century.
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I am not religious. I don’t go to shrines. No idols in my house. But there are many things I worship everyday— nature, creativity, learning.
This is how I fight... Words flowing with might... This is how I take a stand... With a pen in my hand... This is how I resist...
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Poets
i don't think im ready to talk about it but i want you to know im okay it's not something i ever expected how would i even
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Voices are refusing to be silent... The resistance is rising... WE will NOT be compliant! Now is the time to FIGHT... For everyone, United we stand...
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
How much money you may have earned, How many papers you may have published, How many business empires you might have built,
Sometimes Creativity flows like a waterfall. Within one hour, I can publish six poems. Other times, I struggle to finish even one.
