The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
I Plagues claim all sorts of victims, large and small Paupers, princes, places, things--ideas One such victim, to the surprise of all
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A weary wine-dark sea, stirred By our ship’s restless keel and prow Were it not for a journey deterred It’d live and die to never be ashore
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
Dear VOCAL 1-3-2024 Cover of the Rolling Stone Do I write for you Or for a prize Can I cast aside the love I have
By Victor Mendez2 years ago in Poets
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
The place we call home We want to go to the Moon We want to go to Mars We want to go to Venus But the only place, Earth
By Tommaso Bordignon2 years ago in Poets
