Here they come again, With torches & pitchforks, Screaming, Demanding, Accusing, But there is no blood, On my hands.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the chaos that embellishes within me Chaos belied in its mindful tune as the atrocities of the uncertain waves began to dance,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Turkeys, in Autumn's golden light, Strut and peck with all their might. Gobbles echo, feathers bright, A joyful scene, day and night.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
The ocean was so proud, Of its mighty storms. It had drowned countless lives, Within its raging waves. With a smile, I merely spoke its name,
By Ignited Mindsabout a year ago in Poets
We all live in a fantasy Made up realities that we believe Long gone are the ways we thought it would be Childhood dreams drowned in a sea of bitter reality
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Then he sang– Boastfully and resilient, full of certainty– Offerings in condensate To morning's ephemeral child. An oblation of sweet nothings to pine and leaves, white-tipped and heavy-boughed, stirring fickle intent.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Meet Me Next Christmas: A Festive Frolic Through the Big Apple A heartwarming holiday tale that captures the magic of the season
By Nimalabout a year ago in Poets
His rough hands, Caught the fuzz in my sweater. His chapped lips, Broke jokes, “don’t you love the weather.” But it could have been 70,
Whenever I stand in front of the mirror, I see a person smiling again and again clearer This feeling of belongingness is strange,
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
I’m starting to forget how you smelled... Pine, Engine oil, Dry flannel. The faint sweetness of licorice.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
As days became weeks, And weeks became months, I grew to envy, The only brother I had, At first I saw him, Almost as important as Father,
By Serenity Zahnleabout a year ago in Poets
Patinas of amber pour in purlins Through clear panes. Particles glimmer and dance, Glittering golden pixie dust, Turning soot into something alluring,
