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
I should have bit my tongue. Maybe then things would have stayed the same. Should have locked up my desires, taken them to the grave.
By Claire Gilliland3 months ago in Poets
The longing stays, no matter how time moves on, I whisper these words when the night feels too deep. Your shadow returns even when you are gone.
when symmetry surrenders to extremes we are besieged by headlines tinged with dread but this world looks away while the earth screams
By Martina Franklin Poole 3 months ago in Poets
I tightly sealed the rage in glass and thorny vine, Ignoring fingers clawing at the cork - wretched A storm contained, yet never quite benign.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Poets
You are the poison I sip from my Lalique cup The ache that burns like venom - acrimonious Like Romeo's fair Juliet - One sip and I die
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Poets
I didn't want to see an angel fall Stumbling silently into reality. I didn't want to see her lose her soul. * At full speed, posted on the wall
By Tony Herlin3 months ago in Poets
I search for her, though she keeps herself away, Her strength the shield that hides where she has been. I wait for the moment she can be seen one day.
By Jesse Lee3 months ago in Poets
Seeing her sparked a longing that won’t fade. How beautiful is life when her eyes tether, a glittery cheek and an obsession that now won’t trade.
By Omair Rasheed3 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my eighty-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. I also used this painting for my sixteenth piece, which you can read here. This also appears in the book.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA3 months ago in Poets
I surfaced this morning itching to write But Life swept right in and consumed my day Alas, all my thoughts scattered and took flight.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 months ago in Poets
