Beauty and the genteel waves... Letting the air, water, and moment rapture-capture her, Far off into the distance, she spotted a ship of sadness.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Background and Structure The poem is composed of 100 cantos, divided into three sections: Inferno (34 cantos) Purgatorio (33 cantos)
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
You're my confidant You keep my secrets safe and promise not to tell.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I wear a tattoo on the inside of my forearm, a skull illustrating a Buddhist remembrance: * “I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.”
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"Have a happy birthday!" I say to a friend who's forgotten me Made with love but finished with hate is the fate of every memory.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
I have always held my heart out like an open book with clearly printed typeface A pages. Some have simply judged the cover
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I only bloom at first light after the calmness of the night growing fast and climbing high like ivy but with blooms that are shy
Am I going blind or is my vision blurred from watery eyes I’m not sure if this is the truth or a lie This isn’t an easy matter to contemplate in my mind
By Sibley Shamra2 years ago in Poets
His body filled the door frame, Stricken with a flush of heat, and anxiousness I just stood there Eyeing his body, like a fine work of art
In the beginning, I created you in my image, My desire was for your fruitfulness, but What I intended became so evil Why am I still surprised?
This world is not for me. Surviving Masks plays every single second. Nothing personal just a MUST. They get so used to it that they forget the real person.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
