Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
This poem can be read across and downwards. The formatting is a little messy on here so please refer to the image. Achilles Patroclus
By L.J Moore2 years ago in Poets
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My home away from home Atlanta City of the Forest Urban Jungle Rich in History Yet Modern and Bustling Food scene that no other beats
By Henry Parrish Jr.2 years ago in Poets
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Lord, a thousand quips could be penned by my hand, but nothing compares to the words that come from Your lips. I want to be where Your imagination sits.
By Idara Oghogho 2 years ago in Poets
The Frame Narrative The story begins with a prologue in which Chaucer introduces the setting: a group of 29 pilgrims gather at the Tabard Inn in Southwark, near London, preparing for their pilgrimage to Canterbury. The host of the inn, Harry Bailey, suggests that to pass the time, each pilgrim should tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. The best storyteller will receive a free meal upon their return, paid for by the other pilgrims.
The path ahead is not too far, Life’s burdens are not too heavy. Lean on my shoulder, At the feet of the Divine, In the inner light that drives away darkness,
By Kalix2 years ago in Poets
Something Strikes Me Deep Inside, I See You Like a Stranger. Everywhere around me, a drama unfolds, Oh girl, how do I play along?
These infinite feelings, like a beach of sand grains This solid connection, stronger than steel chain The most perfect song played on repeat
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian2 years ago in Poets
