Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
When he stirs at the beginning of an unused day, he sees the Sun's brilliant bars on the endless sky. Like a Sun fireball, the Sun fills the sky and moves with the stars.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
~The Prayer!~ I don't know what to pray for? I don't know what words I need to say? I don't know what I'm supposed to think,
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
"Rhapsody of Time: Echoes from Eternity" Time's rhapsody, a melody sublime, Echoes from eternity, a timeless chime. In the tapestry of moments, past and present blend,
By EDWARD LIKONDI2 years ago in Poets
She is my temptress My Partner In Mischief's Prison When I grab her I'm at it like a bad habit And i feel like I'm flying with high impossibilities
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
I’ve never been too good at writing in my own voice, In fact, if I had a choice, I don’t even know what I’d sound like. I spent a long time chasing this identity,
