Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
When it is we who we love... Wounds left exposed, we forfend. What are we all afraid of? With the wings of a dove, knees to the ground, we fall and ascend.
By Andie Emerson2 years ago in Poets
Keep out the light or hold the light inside, Folded and falling, tethered by a string; Eyes open, in the darkness, where I hide.
By Jamie LeFebvre 2 years ago in Poets
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
Wind running through hair of blue A restless soul in need of the water A young pirate in need of a crew / She found a party with a mission to do
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
She's so good at saving herself, That everytime she falls to pieces, She manages to pick their broken shards back up.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
