Monsters Under the Bed They used to scratch beneath the floor, Twitching claws, low growls, nothing more. But silence taught them how to breed,
By Marie381Uk 11 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Chair On the shoulder of the M6 gray, Where fog devours the break of day, There sits a chair, with iron vibes,
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
Prayers for World Peace I hold the world in open hands no banners raised, no proud demands just quiet hope where silence grows
The night I stopped waiting was quiet, almost ordinary, which felt unfair somehow. I was sitting on the edge of my bed,
By John Smith12 days ago in Poets
The Weight He Wore Inside He laughed at the bar, played the part well, a joker with eyes that never smiled. His friends called him lucky,
I wanted to grow old together To hold your hand forever I wanted to be your lover The focus of your lifelong plan I failed because I am just a man.
By Calvin London12 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror The locksmiths inside my mirror waiting with his keys his eyes are hollow his mouth does not move
I'm seeing him, this person right here, wearing an "African" chain - does that mean he needs his biological mane!? The line that draws the circle to "power" and "reality"!?
By 365poetry13 days ago in Poets
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By Sound and Spirit13 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
She Never Cried in Front of Him She never cried in front of him, just smiled and said, “It’s not so bad.” She’d smooth his shirt, refill his cup,
This is an official evacuation notice. Attention all remaining occupants. The area you are currently in is no longer safe.
