Extinguish the light of day, my love Come to bed and sleep Lean against the pillows while Inner darkness retreats Perfectly a slow arc of sparkling
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Equivocal? No, we always knew what it meant. Clear as day, if anything. Literally. In the dark, though, of course. Precisely the point of it all.
By James Leek2 years ago in Poets
Executing daring stunts with finesse, the moon passes in front of the sun with greatness. Cruising through the skies in endless beautiful quest, the moon and the sun should be worshiped with finesse.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
Ethereal night comes today, the moon blocking the sun, unfolding my wings, if I may, I am the night, even during the eclipse of the day.
Eat and eat, that's all we ever do Communion bread and community meal Lies we tell and lips we fill Is it any wonder the sun wants to turn her back on us, the moon wants to witness in dark fascination
By Alexa2 years ago in Poets
Every fiber of my being Cringes, crouching at the threshold. Life is too complex, love too terrifying. If I venture out into the darkness,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Eternally for Eternity, I've always been raised a believer Called to understand the mysterious, wonderous, ways that this universe works as I am more than just a cog in its gears
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Eyes that are older still Clear and twinkling as he grins Lovers have long lost their thrill Loves, losses, excitement of wins
By Lizz Chambers2 years ago in Poets
Eerie shadows cast by the eclipse stretch across the Earth. Casting an ominous pall over the sea, the sand, and all other land, the eclipse causing a monster to arise, and it is big and grand.
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eggs? No, no, no, not the right shape. Clementines? Closer, but the colour is way off. Large tortillas? Better, but think much bigger than that.
By em2 years ago in Poets
Evil sun people sit on their solar thrones inside the sun, watching us have fun. Came to Earth and pretended to be doctors so they could do research.
