Glittering wings fly high into the sky Fairies dance with birds, flittering and flirting There’s no time to be shy, they need to fly
By Reb Kreylingabout a year ago in Poets
If you have a question, why don't you ask? Why must you introduce it with this cry? Posing a question is a simple task Complicating it thus, my nerves will fry!
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
My mem'ries drift to the shadowed morning. When the sun shone through the curtain rushes, And their stark shadows stretched in deep longing.
By Callum Summersabout a year ago in Poets
My effort ends where my pleasure stops My love begins when my hunger starts I hate your friends but I love this part Skin to skin like we're body art
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
The roses bloom in bruises, plum and red, Their petals soft as secrets never told. Beneath the earth the roots wind through the dead,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Her feet caress the fields in tender bloom, a daughter crowned with sunlight every day. The earth was soft, yet it carved her tomb,
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
My mind is split, a coin that will not land, it spins between lapse and remembering too much. One side erases life at my command,
I sit, eyes caught in autumn's firelight web, His shadow beckons, face of tidal ebbs And flows only my deepest mem'ry knows,
By Katharine Poole about a year ago in Poets
The giving of life and the guiding of eyes, The bright light of a beautiful furnace. This same light can make us go blind,
By Da’mon-Ahsy Eugene Thompsonabout a year ago in Poets
you linger softly in the haze of my memory stirring the embers that once weeped for a flame baring the oneness of our destines foreseen
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Jets Of War Roar So Loudly Overhead...Human Ears they Inflame Day by day, night after night they practice noise-filled runs...Waiting –
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Look upon a weary world, and call it what you will I name it split, torn apart, and on the brink of broken brimmed with hatred, fearful now, replete with hearts unopen
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Poets
