Are we separate, seeking dominance or connected, joined one to the other? Can the oppressor / oppressed circumstance have masters treat their slaves as a lover?
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Their ears receive the cry of “Never Again” A lesson for eager young minds to discern The sound of laughter fills hearts pure of sin
By Steve Lanceabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Shadow? A darkness on the day A sad nonspeaking fellow, who goes the wrong way He can not move on his own, he waves when others do
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
They once gleamed with velvet in the sun, indigo skin aglow with carmine flame; the air was drunk as sweetness just begun,
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction A silly short sonnet about how we harvest reads on Vocal. Our readers need eyes to read, so this song IS appropriate for the poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Oh mighty wolf, to man you’ve lost your pups Kidnapped during one of their senseless hunts And all you can do is keep your head up
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t ask me why the stars shine high above And don’t ask me why little kittens purr Don’t ask me why there’s such a thing as love
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
I wrote a Sonnet, then asked AI to write it as Shakespeare would. My humble sonnet, written before Shakespeare made it seem...well, more modern...yet both are prettily poetic.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
I long for sunny days and fair weather too seldom have I welcomed storms and rain my heart, becomes as parched as dry leather
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
The sound of your laughter is a heat source on my body, A golden flame that dances over the years, Yet shadows crowd where first the light doth rise,—
By Neli Ivanovaabout a year ago in Poets
Your once bejewled insistence on the bright Burned red with passion's might of lovers' light Till orange, fading in, suppressed the hue
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
The journey’s done, the clock has had its say, A grueling task yet brightened with play; Friendships were forged, and memories will stay,
