She cut it all down. Sealed off every pathway. { But she can’t burn the memories. No, she cannot. They are moving pictures
By Test2 years ago in Poets
What is love? Is it the gentle touch of a lover's hand Or the passionate embrace of two souls entwined? Is it the warmth of a hug on a cold, lonely night
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
In the mysterious depths of the unknown, Where shadows dance and whispers roam, Lies a world beyond our comprehension, A realm of infinite dimension.
In a world filled with darkness, I search for the light The path ahead is uncertain, my fears take flight But I know deep within, there is strength to fight
Beneath the surface, where shadows hide, Unspoken battles silently collide. A tapestry woven with threads of despair, Mental health struggles, a burden to bear.
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
Snow-swept arch, Arboreal spine, Divergent; / Frozen climb upon the hill, Passing time by vision, locked, Turmoil incarnate;
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man2 years ago in Poets
Mongolian Metal He keeps it too hot in there, So hot the backs of my knees sweat. My forehead glistens as we throw darts.
By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets
I am not afraid In the light Claustrophobic darkness does not move Things going bump do not shake Fear does not knock In the night
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
On the streets of London they celebrated her one summer's day, and reveling in her beauty and kindness knowing the prestige she brought to the tarnishing crown,
By Sav Map2 years ago in Poets
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
I can't write inverse poems This I tell myself But I try Willing the words to come To make paradoxical sense When read
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
“Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. That leaves you with one day for chores; Then a single day for rest; When are you going to write?”
