She left me all alone In my own melancholy tomb Lost I roam an empty echoless catacomb Endless nights of sweaty plight Never another love in sight
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
All pain is not poetry, Please spare me the depression, I hate self-brutality. To karma, I have paid my debt. You think I owe her..?
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of dawn, a mother's love blooms, An endless embrace that eternally looms. Her heart, a compass guiding each day, In her arms, worries gently sway.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
S ilence all around beneath a glowing moon and twinkling stars I iridescent glow of the moon creating a silvery bridge across the river
By Rasma Raistersabout a year ago in Poets
Searching for a familiar voice, I am alone in the woods, Lost among the quiet trees looming over me, Eager branches brushing against my hair,
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Poets
S - Soft whispers in the night I - Inner peace a gentle plite L - Listening hearts a stillness keeps E - Echoing secrets wisdoms deep
By JDwrites33about a year ago in Poets
L - Light shines bright with reflective might U - Untieing hope with guiding light M - Moonbeams fuel a noble quest I - Illuminating darkness she takes no rest
Surrounded by water Immersed in the depths Lost to the sea Engulfed by the waves Noise has drowned Currently fading Emanating silence
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
Silvery head bowed down low I held her hand and she smiled Listening intently but hard of hearing Energy reminiscent and diminished
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Stars scatter In blue, above Lines of red and white. Extraordinary valor. Never forget Countless lives Etched in Freedom.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
"Shut up! Shut your mouth!" "I just --" "Listen, I'm warning you. Don't push me. I'm sick of it." "Each time I try --" "No more crap from you! Keep it to yourself. You have nothing to say. Nothing."
By Sonia Heidi Unruhabout a year ago in Poets
Sun dried locks and denim skin, robust and cheeky,grinning. Gravel in his mouth, a heat of graven mercury; eclipsed heart, defective and maleficent. Mothers bruising
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
