In the belly of the dusk, when the moonlight limps, A creature stirs with delicate limbs. Silent wings and a needle-thin beak,
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
O Inland Taipan, crowned in sand, With venom held in slender hand, Thou art no villain of the tale— But Man, ah Man! The true betrayal.
Beneath the sun-scorched scar of sand, Where silence slithers across the land, There moves a breathless, coiled command— The Inland Taipan, death unmanned.
Above the din where cities groan, Beyond the clouds where dreams are blown, There flies a thought the winds have known— A Peregrine of flame and bone.
I see you. Not the smile you wear like a brittle mask, But the storm behind your eyes— The broken glass glittering beneath your words.
Ahem I pledge allegiance to the flag A Moment of silence please I’m trying my hardest not to scream of the United States of America
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Poets
I am the King. I wear no crown, Yet every wind that stirs the down Of feathered birds or silent trees Must bow before my roaring seas.
She comes each morning, a quiet hymn, At 6:04 — never early, never dim. She doesn’t sigh, she doesn’t dream, Just glides on rails, a silvery stream.
“They gave us liberty, then sold us a dream— With sugar-coated shackles and democratic steam.” —from The Day the Chains Remembered
Chasing the light In the silence of the night, when the stars start to fade, I can feel the dreams I had, like a promise that betrayed.
By Paula Rowlands7 months ago in Poets
I shudder with fright As the shadows lurk and dance in the moonlight A sacred tear A fragile fear As the shadows encroach
By Bixi Hernandez7 months ago in Poets
Not much else to do when you've grown old but seethe about the bridges you've been sold: Trickle down, buy and hold,
By Chris Z7 months ago in Poets
