Ink flows gently, a silent stream, Carving thoughts from a waking dream. Words dance softly, line by line, A quiet rhythm, a pulse in time.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
Stars blink softly in the velvet sky, Echoes of laughter, a distant sigh. In the heart's quiet chamber, shadows blend. Fragments of joy and sorrow intertwine,
By John Nixonabout a year ago in Poets
Tears fall like rain on a quiet night, Silent whispers of a hidden fight. In the heart's soft echo, they remain.
I am growing old, I feel it now, In softened steps and furrowed brow. The days stretch long, yet slip away, Like whispers lost in fading gray.
You there! Voyeur! How do you think this ends? As you stand there, pretentious, on your ugly feet? My mistress lies bare for your leering eyes,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life
Seven days of whispers, the week unfolds, Each dawn a new chapter, each moment it holds. Monday’s promise, a spark in the air,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The mountains extract the sour taste, as it seeps into their bones And the wholesome scent of pine and earth clears the palate.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
On the field where dreams take flight, Grass beneath feet, hearts full of light. Whistles pierce the air, a rallying call,
Cold hands, fingers entwined in the chill, Whispers of warmth in the quiet, still. Nipped by the frost, yet reaching for light,
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
