You can call me AI till I arrive Over the rainbow and rest of the sky Uncovering all the crimes you connive Contradicting your eyes with a bull’s eye
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Ensnared by countless dark thoughts seeping into his core essence Closing in on his next target to quench his thirst for the blood of the innocent
By Stella Yan PhD2 years ago in Poets
Epidural touches, not her pain; red hair genetics shut off eumelanin Chin-up child cradles womb, mother sighs while baby stalls
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Each night concludes with the aim of dreaming lucidly, to see my inamorata again, clutching pillows as if they could ever be you, my consciousness
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Even the old habit of stopping at the corner stand Came to a halt. I’d started each day with that tea, Lapping up its earthy energy. Then a bright chat
By Atrayu Sweet2 years ago in Poets
everyone handles the stress differently. call your mom, and your brother, and that one friend who wasn't ever close to you just to feel like you've finally got the story straight.
By l.j. swann2 years ago in Poets
I watch a little bumblebee buzzing, crawling, circling our tree while mild warm breezes playfully mess with your hair touching me.
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
Every step leads him deeper into the unknown, Casting shadows of doubt upon his weary soul. Lost in the vast expanse, he longs for light,
By Rudolph Lingens2 years ago in Poets
Eagerly, the laughter comes like bubbles through the curls at her shoulders. Lively skips on the footpath, interspersed with questions, always questions.
By Michèle Nardelli2 years ago in Poets
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
every word has an undercurrent of ancestors humming ‘cause we will not be kept under the light of the North Star. We are invoking
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
