Seeds of insight, slowly sown In sacred soil, barely known Lovingly, the plant is grown Effortless, it sprouts alone Nightshade claims a thorny throne
By Insinq Datumabout a year ago in Poets
Soliloquy of quietude Imbues the stars with sombre mood Longing yet breeds while sleeping brood Exemplifies a dormant feud
Such stillness was the night, Illuminating light from our glorious moon. Listen to the soft ballads of bugs and frogs,
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets
stop acting like a victim it could have been worse let it go evil is a strong word—don’t be dramatic nobody believes you
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Some wounds don't bleed, they fester- Inflicted unseen, they Lie- silent, disguised as Evenings wasted in drink; or New trinkets stacked on old piles; they
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
Silly girl, all alone in her room with nobody to talk to. Isn't it a shame that she has to be alone to keep quiet? Loneliness keeps her pathetic mouth shut for once in her stupid life.
By Cat the Autistabout a year ago in Poets
Stillness among the heavens Intoxicating from first view Life has now become severed Entwined with the stars Nirvana lost to the universe
By C. H. Richardabout a year ago in Poets
Something has been living inside of me. It has been waiting so long to be free. Longing to just be. Either as itself or a parody.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Poets
Choose a word or phrase to complete the line as you read. The choices are bold and in parentheses. I went (Left or right) into the hallway
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Sterile, empty room sits before me, devoid of any charm or character, or hint of purpose Irrepressible, incandescent lights, with their harsh and unforgiving glare, assault my eyes
By Ryan Burkeyabout a year ago in Poets
Sunday is the last time I smiled at you with hearts in my eyes I won‘t let our eyes meet long enough for you to notice their absence
By Semaraabout a year ago in Poets
So, you want me to be quiet? Inside voices, and all that, Listening intently, only speaking consequently, Echolocating in the silence like a bat.
By emabout a year ago in Poets
