The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Lament of the Last Dinosaur In a time before time, when the earth was still young, Where mountains were whispered and rivers were sung,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
In the deep, dim past where time roamed free, Where secrets ancient whisper in glee, Stood beasts of might, from land to sea,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
In the halls of justice, where shadows dwell, Lies a system flawed, with tales to tell. Where scales once balanced now tilt askew,
As the Tuscan sun warmly embraces the earth, Amid verdant vineyards and graceful landscapes. In the paths taken by long-gone urban centers,
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Monsters abound in the, Dead of the afternoon, Which one will you run, Into at large, Or small?, The winding curve of,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
In ages past, when gods and demons clashed, Mount Mandara rose, a colossal mast. The ocean churned, its waves a tempest’s dance, Seeking amrita—the elixir of life’s chance.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
I stare at the massive collection of your bones, meticulously organized to paint your image, and I’m struck with further curiosity:
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
fossils, rumble in your encased earthly graves i wish for your owners to hear me when i say the Dinosaur is insurmountable!
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Hey, darlin’ — times are good, I’m feelin’ tir’d, But that’s not new. Been tired since I lost you. I hope you’re waitin, waitin on me,
By ThatOne_Girl2 years ago in Poets
