The Locksmith’s Chair On the shoulder of the M6 gray, Where fog devours the break of day, There sits a chair, with iron vibes,
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Prayers for World Peace I hold the world in open hands no banners raised, no proud demands just quiet hope where silence grows
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
The night I stopped waiting was quiet, almost ordinary, which felt unfair somehow. I was sitting on the edge of my bed,
By John Smith7 days ago in Poets
The Weight He Wore Inside He laughed at the bar, played the part well, a joker with eyes that never smiled. His friends called him lucky,
I wanted to grow old together To hold your hand forever I wanted to be your lover The focus of your lifelong plan I failed because I am just a man.
By Calvin London7 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror The locksmiths inside my mirror waiting with his keys his eyes are hollow his mouth does not move
I'm seeing him, this person right here, wearing an "African" chain - does that mean he needs his biological mane!? The line that draws the circle to "power" and "reality"!?
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
I am summarising "HOW" I cannot understand EVERY BRAIN, seriously: The "GOVERNMENT" says report issues to them - here is my problem!
This is an official system notice. Attention all users, operators, and administrators. A critical update is now required for continued operation.
By Sound and Spirit7 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
She Never Cried in Front of Him She never cried in front of him, just smiled and said, “It’s not so bad.” She’d smooth his shirt, refill his cup,
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
This is an official evacuation notice. Attention all remaining occupants. The area you are currently in is no longer safe.
By Sound and Spirit8 days ago in Poets
