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
Blocks, perhaps rectangular; Their edges, clear and hardly curved. Some are smooth and some are rough, Some are made to be tough.
By Snarky Lisaabout a year ago in Poets
Come on take my hand let's take a trip up there let's split the dimensions! don't be afraid trust me I'm your safe place
By Colleen Waltersabout 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.
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.
Launching the sky this is the beauty of the bittersweet fruits we stole from the golden goose that year; i love how we decided to fly.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
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,
Running from roaches reaching for fences far above the flood line. Falls from favor with ferocity, feeling radically on fire. But Wait...!
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Some poets write for applause. Andrea Gibson wrote so people would survive. This is my tribute to them and my personal response as someone who once whispered pain into pages
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a place behind my home where silence blooms in color. My garden. My living journal. My sanctuary. Each plant here
