"The branches caught her hair, the storm pulled her on, yet still she pressed toward the light ahead." The branches reach where blossoms once had grown,
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
"Even the roots knew his name. Even the light bowed to him at dusk." The roots reach down where memory is sown, their tendrils gripping soil with whispered care.
My lover's heart, resuscitates my glow snatching me from the grasp of pain's - dim grave Reigniting this palpating ghost rousing, with the brush of her hand, my veins
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
We each have two faces. š„šš§ļøāØššÆļøš„šš§ļøāØššÆļøš„šš§ļøāØššÆļøš„šš§ļøāØššÆļøš„šš§ļø Morning light shines upon his handsome face
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
tell me, when is darkness light and day night or sickness health and well-being ennui? have thy ever-known midnight to be bright
By John Coxabout a year ago in Poets
This ancient drum, pounding anew samples the past into a fresh song, where old melodies and original rhythms belong, melting down my core, forging me into something new.
By Harper Lewis about a year ago in Poets
Might I love myself better by being honest Shining light on my deep, hidden truth Walking through memories, those of my fondest
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Silently, I wait for the thundering waves to ease Looking past to the soft spot between the sky and sea A shape blurring, collapsed bone, asking to be set free
By Michele Nampalliabout a year ago in Poets
Oft have bright suns dawned up and blazed away Outside the heave curtains of this room And frolic beams have oft slipped into say
By Robert O'Reillyabout a year ago in Poets
Your voice once lit the chambers of my mind, a lantern swaying gently in the deep. Yet shadows lengthened every time I tried
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is inspired by Charles Maurin's image of "The Apparition" shared by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is the gorgeous, almost a cappella, "Shadows and Light" from the album "The Hissing Of Summer Lawns"
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
No longer do I weigh the shade and fire, for both have shaped the marrow of my days. The dark has carved the depth of my desire,
