I tightly sealed the rage in glass and thorny vine, Ignoring fingers clawing at the cork - wretched A storm contained, yet never quite benign.
By Novel Allen10 months ago in Poets
You are the poison I sip from my Lalique cup The ache that burns like venom - acrimonious Like Romeo's fair Juliet - One sip and I die
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Poets
I didn't want to see an angel fall Stumbling silently into reality. I didn't want to see her lose her soul. * At full speed, posted on the wall
By Tony Herlin10 months ago in Poets
I search for her, though she keeps herself away, Her strength the shield that hides where she has been. I wait for the moment she can be seen one day.
By Jesse Lee10 months ago in Poets
Seeing her sparked a longing that won’t fade. How beautiful is life when her eyes tether, a glittery cheek and an obsession that now won’t trade.
By Omair Rasheed10 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my eighty-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. I also used this painting for my sixteenth piece, which you can read here. This also appears in the book.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA10 months ago in Poets
I surfaced this morning itching to write But Life swept right in and consumed my day Alas, all my thoughts scattered and took flight.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶10 months ago in Poets
Had I just let you stay with me, what would’ve been? For in mind you’ll always be. . Our dream, our wish, displayed with glee,
By Laura Rodben10 months ago in Poets
Syllabus, exams, and research Handed out playbook design Graduating to an academic perch Paper seems factual and right Challenges the academic mind
By Marc OBrien10 months ago in Poets
Behold the man deserving of sackcloth Whose modesty, façade is stripped bare Picked apart by the rats and the moth ~ He who hides in shadows from wroth
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Why is it, love, that you have flown and left no touches, hugs, or kisses? Now, I'm feeling left alone. * Our love -- developed, nurtured, grown,
By Julie Lacksonen10 months ago in Poets
This villanelle reflects how female slaves were often violated. They did not have the right to chose who to lose their virginity to. Many times it was taken by slave masters.
By Cheryl E Preston10 months ago in Poets
