Ballad

Feverish Incantations
A wicked tongue burns, turning flames into melted candle wax, as you tell me to hold tight to the flames with the barest of hands
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Poets
My Brain
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Candles That Don’t Beg
Candles That Don’t Beg I used to strike a match for proof, to bargain with the night, to hold a trembling halo up and call it borrowed light.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The Sky Forgot Blue
The Sky Forgot Blue This morning, the heavens wore borrowed gray shoes, a sepia ceiling that swallowed the views. The gulls looked like erasers smudging the light,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
We were the trees
We were the trees Sturdy on the land We gave life to one another We lived hand in hand The core of us the tree trunks
By Raine Fielder3 months ago in Poets
Nocturne in Bare Feet
Nocturne in Bare Feet The house exhaled; I slipped the clock and wandered off the sheet, Let midnight find its lullaby in nocturne, bare of feet.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Outstages Café of Sovereign Autonomy Its own authority of Peace
Outstages Café of Sovereign Autonomy Its own authority of Peace “The Café of Sovereign Recess” I opened the door to chill,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Ink Under Fingernails
Ink Under Fingernails My hands confess what pages hide—black half-moons, stubborn trails; The honest proof of midnight work: ink under fingernails.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Windows Learn to Breathe
Windows Learn to Breathe I woke to glass that held its fog, a quiet, milky sheath— as if the night forgot to leave, as if the walls had teeth.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.
By Revista XCI by Rikki La Rouge 3 months ago in Poets
Your Shadow’s Echo
Your Shadow’s Echo I met your shadow on the brick; it kept your measured stride, a midnight twin that knew the tricks of leaving at my side.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Salted Hallelujah
Salted Hallelujah I kept my praise in jars of brine, a hush beneath the blue, a hymn that stung the tongue to sing, but still it wanted through.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets