For the longest time since I could understand the concept of “love” and what it entails, I’ve fantasized a lot about finding the right one and beyond
By Guillermo2 years ago in Poets
She lingers where the world unravels, a loose thread of time - each step, a gamble in fate’s dark mouth. Heads, you rise.
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Poets
Inspired by Nancy Elizabeth Prophet an American sculptor & artist of African-American & Native-American descent of whom became the first to graduate from Rhode Island University of Design in 1918. She literally suffered for her art, while in Paris, often facing near starvation while pursuing her artistic endeavors.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
Tonight I went to a writing workgroup that read Rilke and afterwards we got this prompt and 15 minutes to create something: "Write a poem of longing. It may be of spiritual or physical or emotional longing."
What would happen, if I lit a match, and blew on the kindling, and stoke the sparks of the flames. would it smolder and smoke
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The sun has dipped below the horizon This golden glow her calling card to let us know she's gone for the day but that she's casting her light over
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
You bite with words you don’t remember, but I taste the blood for weeks. You laugh like nothing happened, while my lungs learn to drown in the quiet.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
I’ve been a little shaky, but I keep showing up. * I’ve been a little angry, but I keep showing up. * I’m feeling such sadness
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Drip down slow An undesirable ooze An irritation of skin, the burn, the acidity Everything is heavier on the inside Cotton-filled, foggy, weighing down sensations
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Do not let others Hold you back from your future Adroit shackling. +++ They're not interested In you growing, reaching for
Talents can go into hibernation, like a polar bear, but it doesn’t mean they’re not there anymore. They’re just waiting
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
