I walk the corridors where silence stays, Your shadow lingers, though the years decay, The echo of your voice will never fade.
By Alain SUPPINI4 months ago in Poets
How can beauty be stored in a single soul? How comes despair does not let us explore? What if we do not know how to mourn?
By Cristina Pomana4 months ago in Poets
She's gone, he tells me. The woman for years at death's door has succumbed, and despite my name following lies in her obituary,
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
If I die before I am ready let my body become wildflowers growing in the cracks of concrete. Let my bones feed the roots of trees
By K.M Anderson4 months ago in Poets
Poetry is my blood it's full of pretension, that's a word, don't look it up, it's a word. Trust me and trust my pen.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
I have learned the art of gathering — not only apples bruised with sweetness, not only grain folded like gold into sacks,
In that brilliant Caribbean light we took his body to a wall (a unique burial; all for respect and faith made right). My mother spoke to the priest
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
when the madness came and the prophets roar’d petty fiefdoms laid fair Camelot waste, were you there, my friends, fore the nation warr’d?
By John Cox4 months ago in Poets
dance in crisp delight Chlorophyll lamentation naked trees evoke * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another entry for the Falling Leaves Challenge.
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, You have followed me longer than my own shadow. I write to you tonight not as a poet, but as someone who has run out of places to confess.
I must apologize to you, for us leaving such a mess on our watch. * I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t think the Constitution
By David Muñoz4 months ago in Poets
