The hour of serene exhaustion comes With the truth that all of your mad striving Has yielded little profit, and vast sums
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
Introduction Today I met my Muse and she laughed at lots of things that we talked about, so I thought it deserved a poem. She makes me so happy when I know she is happy, and her laughter tells me she is.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Imagining things I may be, but you Appear to be ignoring other eyes And gazing just at me, as if on cue; Your ancient gaze shreds my modern disguise
The Melancholy takes its hold on me And stops me from achieving peace of mind It blocks my sight so thus I cannot see It feels much like a chain I can't unbind
By ChampionElCid2 years ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
My mind again is filled with much self-doubt Of what I can do, of what I can be I cannot simply push these bad thoughts out
The night sky is filled with light and wonder To look above and see its majesty It takes my fears and tears them asunder So, they cannot bring worry unto me
