Elegy

A Natural History
we went and arrived by ancient subway the car loudly rattling through all its steel bones –our much softer ones did the same–
By Mark Francis2 years ago in Poets
Pearly Whites
Its pearly whites Feed the Pearly Gates In hogbelly bites When it masticates * Rudimentary arms Will flap impotent Even its thunder-thighs' charms
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
God Made You for Me
In the grand design of destiny’s plan, God molded you with a gentle hand. Every detail carefully crafted, each trait and quality matched. Your laughter, a symphony of delight, filling my life with colours so bright.
By Joe Akagu2 years ago in Poets
Could We Always Be Together
Beneath a sky of twilight's gentle hue, We stand, two souls entwined, a timeless view. The whisper of the wind through leaves so green,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Elegy for the Unsung Minstrel. Content Warning.
Elegy for the Unsung Minstrel In cobwebbed corners of forgotten archives, beneath layers of dust and faded ink, slumbers the spectral verse of an unheralded bard. Their quill, once a conduit for whispered dreams, lies now brittle and still, a testament to a life uncelebrated.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Poets
Love Across the Seas
The salty tang of longing filled the air, As Amelia gazed across the ocean's glare. Sunsets bled crimson, mirroring her heart,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Pomegranate
The crimson jewel bursts forth from the bough, A promise of sweetness, a hidden vow. Pomegranate, a fruit of myth and desire,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Flower of Death (07.00 am)
Not the rose with its velvet embrace, Nor the lily, a symbol of grace, This flower blooms where shadows creep, A beauty born where darkness sleeps.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
I'm Restless
The wind whispers secrets through the restless trees, A symphony of rustling leaves that never find peace. It echoes a feeling that courses through my veins,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
My beloved is a poet
My beloved is a poet, a weaver of words, Whose soul spills onto paper, like songbirds on chords. He paints with language, emotions laid bare,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Burning Love
The flickering flame cast dancing shades, Across the cabin walls, a haunting charade. A crumpled news report, a lover's grin,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Because A Rock Crashed. Content Warning.
It was bright then it was dark. The ground is now the sky, because a rock crashed and blinded the sun. Mommy was here,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets