Then Something arose out of the mist The sweetest sound across the breeze The holy bells of the cathedral lifts Spreading hope amidst the trees
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Part One by Kelli: Part Two by me: Part Three by Kelli: Part Four by me: Part Five by Kelli: Part Six: The railroad commissioner installs a concertina wire fence
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Sky blue by day, sky black by night; two mythical beings stopped their fight, righting their wrongs, then making wrongs right. Fairies of darkness, goblins of light; all of them know what happened that night, but it wasn’t peaceful, not at all, not quite.
By Luna2 years ago in Poets
Poetry is power.., The thoughts of the world And the voice The answer The sweet pen The mind The day is a blessing for everyone
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
I slowly fill my heart I secretly wipe away the sadness I do it again and again I know that there is no end ...... I close my eyes with my eyes
if people were made of bread, we'd be soggy in the middle blood and life matter sodden the glutanimated structure within us all.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The easiest dish to wash is the one you just ate. The easiest room to organize is the one you just took off. Many things in life are easy when you manage them early.
I am the sky for a bird to soar, Come, make it yours… I am the cloud that burns with fire, Come, embrace me too… Even a nest of thorns
By Kalix2 years ago in Poets
Electrically charged, they sound that bell Increasing speed, now on a mission With orders to fill, directly from hell The steaming train wheels glow red, hissing
Part One by Kelli: Part Two by me: Part Three by Kelli: An electrical storm came late one October night Filling the chilled air around with a static charge
I hear your heart beating from here Or is it the wind pulsating Against my window… It wants in, it wants to give me goosebumps
By Esther the Poet2 years ago in Poets
Burnt heart, grilled. Hopes rose and are stilled. There are too many events, racing by at my fatigued expense. I’ve got to let go of the cantankerous words that rattle in my soul.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
