If the lantern burns on, it is because of you, I say, As the midnight rain stitches my shadow to the ground, For the days that vanished still cling to me like clay.
By Takashi Nagaya3 months ago in Poets
Far-off, bright, vague-remembered home sans time sans place sans lies sans night Though ere creation I (and Thou), yet surging sound preceded me
By Paul A. Merkley3 months ago in Poets
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I must dance, there’s no time, no space to waste I can’t stop, I won’t stop until the day I’m great
By Linétte 3 months ago in Poets
The river remembers, remembers what we cannot hold, Ashes in the wind burn under the sky, My hands claw at ghosts, claw at ghosts that won't grow old.
By E.S.Flint 3 months ago in Poets
Ever try to explain depression? Watch each word fall short, whittled into something slight. I keep regretting every softened confession.
By Richard Patrick Gage3 months ago in Poets
(1)I’ve been carried with so many sins- (2)Sadly, I went through isolation, exclusion, and judgement… (3)I felt remorse everyday and night…
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 months ago in Poets
Two entities exist, same but opposite in nature Happily existing in parallel dimensions of colorless bliss One brings light, the other heralds the darkness
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Poets
As the light of my hope grows dim, I hang my head and weep. And time has become my enemy.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 months ago in Poets
I led the way out of hell But I looked behind, I didn’t look ahead As I walked, I tried not to dwell * As I walked, I tried not to oversell
By Reb Kreyling3 months ago in Poets
Happiness is a long distant memory That grows smaller, that stays further. It doesn’t hop up on the train, unmoving history.
Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. Once an accommodating man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard.
By Christopher Hales3 months ago in Poets
I keep returning to the night you walked away, your shadow fading slow like a whispered prayer, and still my heart repeats the things I couldn’t say.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
