Entering the city with the beautiful festival... With the permission of the awakened lotus... With the water swimming over the stones
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Leprechauns shaking shillelaghs As the leper cons say pay me Butterflies in disguise as they spin their lies Spiders trickling down
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Suddenly, a volcano Appeared from her bed She was breathing heavily The burning debris inside her body was slowly burning the inside
The letters that are heard... The whispers of the dream in the mind of the listener The poems are unfamiliar The blankets of the mind of the listener
1. Three more steps—her toes kiss the tide’s brink, the horizon stitches sky to sea, a seam of blue mirroring her pulse. Butterflies ascend her ribs,
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout a year ago in Poets
"What do you expect most from a woman, 'Love...? intercourse? " "Love that has been crossed with intercourse, " "Can't you be satisfied with love alone...? "
Once upon a time About time..... Good morning ... The greetings that come are very lovely...... Every day begins....
Not every friend is a true friend to you!!!!! One of the harsh truths of life is realizing that not everyone you call a ''friend'' is really one.
Another woman A cruel man did not deceive me He did not know about love My father did not comfort me He did not even ask me
stirring the cauldron with the sky and the universe inside sleepless nights and cold showers to wash away the desire the boyfriend becomes the boyfoe
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The master did not come He left in the morning and night He left with his head in his hands He left me hanging from the pole
Even if I put it on, I can't lock it. Come and hide it. See how far you've come. If you can't wait any longer, come and jump.
