evolve revolve occultate conceal celestial entities rehearse reveal linear lunar layers of light intersecting misdirected paths of sight
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
early on we assumed a dragon came to eat the sun light itself threatened by the cosmos in our later enlightenment
By Mark Francis2 years ago in Poets
Everyday I miss you. Counting every minute the moon passes the sun because I know you’re Looking too Inviting our eyes from two different places
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Everything in it's way Closely it observes the others in wait of it's pray Impossible for it to never have a promised outcome
By K. Waters2 years ago in Poets
Even when you try to hinder my potential Covering me with a blanket of self-doubt to the point of suffocation Little do you know, but I refuse to remain in your shadow
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
Even in this new life, the past clings to me. Your likeness follows in strangers' faces, passed on sidewalks increasingly casting shadows on otherwise
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Everything we were is gone forever, I lie Curled up blank as paper on my bed Longing to never see you again. I remember when I believed you were
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Eroding tireless queries, the layers regenerate, as does the crustacean's secret. Lifting one’s head above the horizon, unworthiness acclimates;
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Enclosing the shadow Crossing the sun Leaving a glowing ring Images Playing in my mind Savoring the memory Entrenched like a camera snapshot
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
Eyeless fools could see the happenings here. How the King has not seen the egg-white Coxcomb on his own head, a figure of his decline following his
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Evolution, not the theory Complex in design, and coolest of the cool Loved by many, legendary in its career of rally Inmistakable and irresistible, is the sound of the turbo's spool
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Eastward, Miss Moon prances across the sky, Chancing upon Sir Sun on his daily fly. Light from Sir Sun’s gold skin draws Miss Moon’s eye.
By Sean Selleck2 years ago in Poets
