The masks that we wear can become who we are If we are not careful, we will be consumed by the lie When people are watching us from afar
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Poets
In the ancient hall there hangs a mirror, An unblinking eye that never closes. Not on brides dressed in satin and roses, Or darkened scenes fraught with nerveless terror.
By Kimberly J Egan12 months ago in Poets
The words we chose cut deeper than a knife Dissecting the parts that our love lived in I guess good and bad are all part of life
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
I reach for you, though silence fills the air; Your shadow disappears into an endless night. Desire consumes me nightly, I am in grief's snare.
By Anissa Marie12 months ago in Poets
Our love is long overdue, and I know I linger in your heart. I cannot bear to be away from you. From the moment I saw you I knew
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Upon the midnight's mournful air, A spectral voice finds my ear, The memory I cannot bear. It speaks of all that was so fair,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction I said I would only enter one poem in each of the Vocal+ Fall Poetry Series, and I entered one today using Concrete Poetry, although I am not too enamoured with it, although I have unknowingly used it in the past.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the sun, where olives used to shine, Gregori weeps in bark, his roots run deep— A lover lost, now carved in oak and pine.
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
There was no chance or so I'm told We gave our all, you and I In the end, we lost the road There were signs and flags that showed
By Sean Cavanagh-Vossabout a year ago in Poets
***Author's note: I was inspired by this song and the TV show You while writing this poem.*** Oh hello you, I have found you once again.
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
"Yet, you remain." The flame is gone, yet still its ghost is near, a shadow clings where fire once held reign. The ash drifts down, but shade will not disappear.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
"What lingers is the glow, not the blaze." The last ember hums though the fire is gone, its light a whisper clinging to the stone.
