Begin before language. Curl into the shadow of a breath. Listen for the pulse that existed before your name. You do not need a word to be real. You were always the story.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Poets
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
Want to disappear? Not a problem. First, dye your skin a darker color. Water soaked in walnut hulls works a treat. Then, change your name.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
Hold yourself close, and don’t let go; sink your fingers deep into flesh, into bone; tear away the veil of reality; the caged throne -
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
I’ve dreamed of disappearing clean, no note, no thread, no break in seam. A stillness drawn in waxen blue, the kind you almost don’t live through.
By Tess M. Marlowabout a year ago in Poets
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
