How come — we stand in the dark If we can't make our shadows cry Lamp post —too tall —along our path ©️ But we cannot touch our own hearts
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
Well, shit. I wrote a sestina for school, but didn’t do it well. The song in my mind struck the wrong chord until a told f to eff off,
By Frau Gern5 months ago in Poets
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
Across the worn roads of silence, you walk — not for glory, but because the earth still asks your footsteps to remember it.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
Introduction This is my sixty-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Through the forest, they crashed As the adventurers swung and slashed At every vine and lash Clink clink As their swords struck the stone
