We hold true to our convictions as determined through belief. We deny our contradictions as would worry us to grief. . We deliver our devotions
By Tim Graceabout a year ago in Poets
In the absence of required kit we fear ourselves unready. We lament the missing part of it and hold ourselves unsteady. .
They fling us into this world alone Tell us to look at the wonder to behold Told to seek our hearts desire The one that lights our fire
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t give me things that wither and fade Give me the grass that has strong blades Give me a song that draws me hither Don’t dither and doubt
To a beggar’s prayer Once it stood in splendid state beside the gleaming sun; as such, it did but radiate with the strength of day begun.
It started with a smile Sealed with a wink Oh, to be succinct How do you put all your love into one day When it’s as broad as a rainbow
They say: “the pen is more mighty than the sword”. I say: “let’s put that adage to the test. America, for union and accord,
I conceived thoughts of you under the moon, Even a promise is poison ivy; Settling is gentler than a prune, Your eyes a garden, the thorns are lively.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
From this seat, a small window frames the street; a door swings on its hinges. Who’s to know what the welcome brings. .
Entwined in love my corded belly sways, in liquid fields from breath filled shores above. Where muffled voices mumble of past days,
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
