Slender is the rose That sashays in its clothes Wonder is the lily Who’s existence thrills me A blossoming ranunculus
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It wasn't a heart shaped diamond worth millions and scantily drawn. It wasn't a jewel traveled the world over to be found
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Time-the river that is never asleep- Flows on, bends in its course; it keeps, Something there unseen is ever near it, whispers in a soft
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Behold, mutilation in marble. The Taj Mahal's material, emblematic of Eros's purity, disembodied for prophecy's perversion of storge.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
The Tarot Reader 2 She sits in the glow of a flickering light, A deck in her hands, the cards held tight. With steady gaze
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
With hair softer than fresh cornsilk, And a smile bright as a star, My little dragon Your heartbeat is my repertoire.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
Round and round up and down as a child - it was enchanting, never knowing which horse you’d be racing. Then you grow up
Help Our NHS In the hospitals, where hope flickers dim, Tired hands work, stretched so thin. Through endless shifts, they forge ahead,
Waywardly I went down curves and gravel roads It seemed evanescence was used to line my clothes Nothing I tried to carry with me
Fear Not the Night The moon shines bright over the restless sea, Casting silver light on waves wild and free. Though the waters surge and break with a roar,
My Body. My Back. My Boobs My boobs hang low, and my back’s a little bent, but I’m still here, ain’t that time well-spent?
You can see the shape of them going up in smoke with the embers - the sparks of memories. Fire has no prejudice it holds us all in blame
