Many years ago, she first was revealed I met her recently as she unsealed So many pipes needed renewal Sent all of us in a spiral
By Whimsical Wanderer about a year ago in Poets
I descended from the blood of kings and queens in an ancient land. They didn’t know I was the original face of man. We built the world through hard work and oppression.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Feeling old, even though I'm young. Wish I had the imagination of the Son. Hope to not grow weary of growing younger and wiser.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
Saying No human, No animal, Nor machine. This month, should Lean. Exert Exert Exert Saying No to a shackling chain, No scream in pain, Nor calling the N name. This month, should Gain!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
tenderly I whisk milk and sugar to a beautiful simmer of soft bubbles I carefully temper the temperamental eggs which just love
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
No greater love from an aunt than aunty Lana. More than just an aunt. She was also a second mama. She went to heaven last week and now her soul soars like a dove.
The alarm rings my arms outstretch they are quickly filled dirty laundry dirty dishes spilled milk that tiny eyes are crying over
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
No, Don’t fear the evil man! . Never fear the tyrant, the bully, the thug, or the serial killer. Never fear the Narcissist or the Sadist
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
The coruscate gleam of esurient dawn breaks the hold from the marcid night filling the world with empyrean beauty I cafune the blades of grass
Homer: The Foundation of Western Epic Poetry Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey are often regarded as the cornerstones of Western literature. These poems, composed in dactylic hexameter, were passed down orally before being written down, marking the beginning of a literary tradition that would shape the epic form for millennia.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
