The lantern stands where roads converge, its flame the heart, its glow the surge. It has no master, wears no chain, yet lights the lost through night and rain.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Poets
The lantern waits, but does not speak, its flame a tongue the dark would keep. No hymn it sings, no prayer it calls, yet still its light outshines the walls.
I sit by your photograph day after day Our friendship, timeless as it was always framed. While rotten remainders still weep from your grave
By Simon Aylward4 months ago in Poets
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I think of Stephen, standing tall beneath a rain of stones, his face lit not by anger but by a vision of Heaven open wide.
By Test4 months ago in Poets
violence a last word before a shot rings out, a wound, a slumped body under words Prove Me Wrong, and we are left divided, pointing fingers before a suspect is named
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam4 months ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
I mold bricks of shadow echoing mourning resounding above and below stacking them in neat little rows Overwhelmed and breathless
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
The Last Rose In a quiet village where the hills kissed the sky, there bloomed a rose, the last of its kind, red as a heartbeat, tender as a sigh,
By Numan writes5 months ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
