So sighs the August heat In its dance it Lingers between swaying grasses, Eases past the old porch swing, Nestles itself around the toiling gardener,
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
"Shhh! Don't cry, don't make a sound," Imma says while in the ground. Isolation has us weary, in this dugout, dark and eerie.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Poets
Serenity In Letting what is, be Ending detachment to light, and sound, Not letting oneself Clutch, climb, clamber for logic in an ever-evolving world
Settle in, my little sweetheart Idle your drowsy, sleepy mind Let me rock you in my arms, back, forth, back, forth Even the busiest of bees needs to rest after a busy day of being a bee, back, forth
Still the saints are waiting, patient hands outstretched to greet, In the cold cloth of stone enshrined. Looking for the step of humble feet, the gentle murmur of penitent lips, or
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Poets
Stone cold Isolated from the outside world, Lonely, lost in the abyss Empty inside with no sign of hope Not okay Can't go on
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
So subtle is your secret wealth, In honesty, an inner truth. Let fill an empty room with nought, Enduring peacefulness be sought.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
So, this is your solution? Ice in your eyes as you Leave us behind. Even though you hold your tongue, Nothing will stifle my love.
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
Sand in the Sahara sifts like a sidewinder Introducing stillness that shares peace with you and I Light of day illuminates the whiteness of the stars against a bold night
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
So, my underwear fell down, as I waited in the queue at the store, as I waited likely, my belt buckle broke, as I waited eventually leading to embarrassment, as I waited
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Speak no more. I don’t wanna hear the beat no more. Lower the volume. Evacuate all tunes. Noise is pain. Cracking my brain I go insane.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Simply put I like it when I am alone. Leave me to my thoughts, Endless ideas, the music of the universe singing, Never wanting to quiet these loving voices.
By Miss Riggieabout a year ago in Poets
