Dear moon, we are aligned tonight. The clouds obscure you like my trials in life. We want to escape but the grip is too tight.
By Carl Hartman10 months ago in Poets
I watch her grow and hope the past will not repeat. She carries my fire, bright and impossible to tame. I promise her a love that will never know retreat.
By Autumn Stew10 months ago in Poets
I sought the root of all my fears Psyche shredding, body razed Now I paint the sky with acid tears ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Rift opened spewing lost years
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets
What if the love you give is only borrowed time? I've known the way devotion turns and learns to bruise. I hold my breath, trust you, soft, fragile, and mine.
In shadowed halls where heroines falter and flee, I pledge my heart to the queen of the night Her venomous charm spreads beautifully
By Clyde E. Dawkins10 months ago in Poets
This isn’t written, it’s acidicly coerced, Felt the fame of mine rebuked, rally for a false heaven—how’d they word it, a curse.
By Willem Indigo10 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventy-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
Should we have stayed? could we have fought? Or is this land condemned, foredoomed? So broken, can we be restored? * Scattered away, apart, abroad,
By Andrei Z.10 months ago in Poets
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
By Cadma10 months ago in Poets
The good boy in view Will never see behind the mirth and honey mask the oceans colliding, He'll never know such rue The lament he'll never know of the one who can't choose
By Ava D. 10 months ago in Poets
Was I the dream you watched fade away? Dreams we painted in twilight, left untouched and overdue. Or was it you whose heart could not remain?
By Dean Hodsfry11 months ago in Poets
The shadow at my shoulder will not fade, Its hollow eyes that watch me in the night. I scream against the bargain that we've made.
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
