The man who is ascetic He who sees with other eyes Denies of all aesthetics Though his flesh, his soul can fly *
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
Searching for life inside his lifeless mirror as he forces hope into a life of regret. Pushed and pulled; poked and prodded;
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
To fail and fail to learn is vanity, like chasing windblown sand. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Saw Kendall Defoe's What To Say and Rick's Never Seen Again, so though I'd give it ago. You can take a look at their pieces below:
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Awakening almost, my mind's bolts and gears, motionless Perhaps just for an instant, peace and quiet- This morning I idle by the window
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Poets
One eve in December The land bedecked with snow We close our eyes and remember, * In the hearth, a dying ember Continues, dimly, to glow,
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
I hold secret dreams of different realities, Outcomes that grow with possibilities unknown, Pathways that diverge into future dreams,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Days when I wake up as clay are most memorable. Body pliant. Yielding at slightest brush. A coolness hands reach for
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
