Ballad

Ego
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Rain
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
I’m Your Villain
There are fire opals and sunstones raging in my veins, a molten clock that only beats when you appear A kiln inside me where the sun you give me glow
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRESENTS JUKEBOX DANCE PARTY
OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRESENTS PORTALS TO OTHER WORLDS: THE NEXT ADVENTURE Time Travel via Jukebox Frequencies Live Theater with Ghost Cameos
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
The Sky Is Falling. Top Story - September 2025.
What is this feeling? As the clouds slowly move across the sky so blue? Can I wrap myself in the clouds for comfort? What if
By Bixi Hernandez4 months ago in Poets
The Day Dreamer. Honorable Mention in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge. Content Warning.
I danced the day away, but not alone. I danced with creatures of beauty and ice. Together we laughed until the moon shone,
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
The Ghost Lantern
Gather and let me tell you a story About a bright, white, ghostly, shifting light A lantern that hangs over the railroad Faithfully shining the way through the night
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Poets
Banana Day on the Plantation
Lawd. Talkin' dis English is hard enough...Now dem want me rite (write) it down. I sure will try - for it be liberatin' day a'comin. I so glad dat Marie, de kind heart big house daughter, did teach me English lessons, on dem days when she mammy go dress shopping . Bless her little heart.
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
Scarface
Across the golden Mara, a lone lion limps through whispering grass. One eye shadowed, one scar deep as sorrow, his mane tangled in the winds of battle.
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
Wanderer
Across the worn roads of silence, you walk — not for glory, but because the earth still asks your footsteps to remember it.
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
Burn out
set fire to the sky embers falling to the earth splendor of our worth
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Poets
Fragments
Pieces of thought scattered like broken glass— each one sharp, each one catching light from a different angle.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Poets