Honey on the Wound You said the truth would sting at first—then sweeten where it should, So lay it bare, then breathe it in: put honey on the wound.
By Milan Milic4 months ago in Poets
If freedom is an eagle Why must it circle so, around and around and around Below, we trace the broad and shadowed wingspan
By Kara Lu4 months ago in Poets
Salted Hallelujah I kept my praise in jars of brine, a hush beneath the blue, a hymn that stung the tongue to sing, but still it wanted through.
Introduction This is an ekphrastic ghazal This picture I found on "Art A To Zed" here (it does take you through to their Facebook page)
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
Moon, oh Moon How I once loved to walk under you Hoping that your gentle rays of light might grant me a boon
By Matthew Mccahey4 months ago in Poets
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Mr. Moon, I look at you, And see you looking back at me, I know you must have seen a thing or two, But will you keep our secret?
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
Today I was in deep thought! LOSING ALL OF OUR RIGHTS & FREEDOMS IN AMERICA IS A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE! META AI “They told us we were the problem.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventy-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT THE STARE ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT
A beautiful fair maiden, wielding arrows and bow, Shares her one rare story of love and woe. She leads a powerful group, that favours no male,
By Liam Storm4 months ago in Poets
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.4 months ago in Poets
