A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
where is the truth in this? even if he refuses his lips it's grace i still love him as we slowly fix each other's problems,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Standing tall like a building close to the Empire Nearly knocked down by heavy winds Some are heavier than the floods it faced
By Forest Green2 years ago in Poets
With wings furled Ready to take flight Ice crystals flaking Frozen in grace Preserved in perfect beauty Standing in willowy poise
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
My fingers are trembling, My body is ice-cold. My chest is on fire, The pain is breathless. I see no ring,
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
A cemented “No” Not today Eyes closing please go away Rest won’t get this Easy can’t let this Slide through to slow rise and nominal function
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
The video that I used is a short film about a high schooler with epilepsy. I was diagnosed in 8th grade with it getting worse in high school. I teared up a bit while watching it because I feel his pain.
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
Adventure has always led me to curious places Better out than in, someone always said, so I Cast myself across the country, but I
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
After careful consideration, I’ve determined you are: Befuddled and muddled and many shots over par, Crusty exterior with rotting mush underneath,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
Warm white amber and Iced Rosé, she looks so beautiful with the moonlight shimmering across her freckles and yet there's something so sinister about an ethereal moment
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
And what happens to the King who sat on his throne watching peasants Bow down to his lady the crone as he sucked on the bones of the
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
This is a poem celebrating mutual progress. For this, I have dispensed with form and rhyme but each line is nine syllables but it is no recognised poetic form.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
