Ballad

"THE THERAPY OF THE ROSE"
This is the therapy of the rose. We are not promised roses without thorns. In this year of 2025 we cry, we smile, but all the while we are faced with storms in America as we cry & smile. Smell the rose, spread petals of the scent of the rose to everyone across the globe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Haunting of Car 17 -Yaldabaoth's Seeds
Part One by Kelli: Part Two by me: Part Three by Kelli: Part Four by me: Part Five by Kelli: Part 6 by me:
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
The Devil Called John Brown. Top Story - March 2025.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is written from the perspective of a Southerner character. I don't condone their viewpoint. Yes, I do feel like I have to clarify this; this is the Internet and irony is dead, apparently. Enjoy.
By Conor Matthews10 months ago in Poets
The Haunting of Car 17 - Avatar's War
Hear the hellish train whistle and heavenly bells ring out While the demonic hosts and the angelic-sent being fight Their phantasmic battle bringing about an acrid drought
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
Coffee
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Haunting Of Car 17 - Enter the Would-Be Hero
Part One by Kelli: Part Two by me: Part Three by Kelli: Part Four by me: Part Five by Kelli: Part Six: The railroad commissioner installs a concertina wire fence
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
Haunting of Car 17 - The Storm
Part One by Kelli: Part Two by me: Part Three by Kelli: An electrical storm came late one October night Filling the chilled air around with a static charge
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
The Haunting of Car 17 - 50 Years Later
Part One by Kelli Part Two: Now, for fifty very long years The wrecked train has stood A testament of phantom fears To this ghostly brotherhood
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
Embracing Vulnerability: My Journey as a Young Poet on World Poetry Day
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Discover the perfect balance
Verse 1: Gotta keep my head straight, gotta find my way In this crazy world, where it's day by day Balancing everything, it's a tricky game
By Karl Jackson10 months ago in Poets
Grandad Played His Dad’s Piano Till His Last Breath
Grandad Played His Dad’s Piano Till His Last Breath He knew the keys, his hands like bone, a song from ages past, his own.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets