Echoes Chase Languorous Illuminations with a most Pluralistic wave Shining face to face of Each * Acrostic poems are almost as much enjoyment as observing the two disks barely touching but give an unearthly tone to the daylight.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
Everlasting darkness, for just a day, unless you stare too closely, Come outside in bespeckled crowds to gawk absently at the eerie sky,
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Poets
Every heavenly body in the galaxy, every sparkling star Carries within a tiny reflection Lit by a vision of you, In the moonlight on a cloudless night
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
Enchanting and dreamlike a paladin appears Castigation an abandoned circumstance Lost in a mist of bitter forfeiture Inamorato with angelic aspects
By Sabine Lucile Scott2 years ago in Poets
Elatedly, I throw my head back, looking expectantly to the sky. Chaos or order, which effects this unnatural sight? Light extinguished, overshadowed by night.
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Ebon melancholy fills my mind again, Chills my blood again. Listlessly, I gaze into the dark, Into the flickering shadows,
Egos bruised and broken like fragile glass, Cliquish clout-chasers band together like shadows amass, the Light of diversity, opposing thoughts silenced, blocked by
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Poets
Each full moon, I am aware of the effects on certain populations Can this be a thing, It is with me, and I think it is Let's see how much others know about this
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Everyone says she is lemon blossom sunshine, Casting a spell with her smiles, drawing them in for miles. Like a bell, like a rose, like a doll, like a fawn,
By Emily Finhill2 years ago in Poets
Endings mean finding the beauty in disaster. Creation means finding destruction in Love. when i turn the corner, look at me like
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
Edging toward the cliff, I Contemplate how far I've come. Looking for somewhere to stay, wishing It would cradle me softly- wondering if my
Enchantment in silence, our souls intertwined, Conversations unspoken, yet deeply defined. Lost in the quiet, where emotions would peak,
By Rudolph Lingens2 years ago in Poets
