Elegy

A Woman Shadow
All of us have a shadow that is dark and deep, An untamed, wildfire lurking within her. In her heart, where wild things play,
By Emma RMDabout a year ago in Poets
CONFUSION:
I don't know if this will be approved but keep in mind this is about a beautiful person passing from this realm to the next and it is the emotions of confusion that are at play here, not a rant against god..but the questions that are left open..most notably why? As you can see by the date I wrote it a few years ago but it wasn't approved but I don't recall why or even remember if they gave me a reason..maybe because God is mentioned? I don't know but this is about my sister when she passed in first days of the epidemic with all the same symptoms of it but we were lucky to say goodbye compared to so many people.
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
Florid arrest
With a whip-cracking tempo, he drove de Leon's cattle. Born of penniless yeomen, he sought de Soto's fortune. Emerging from Georgia pines,
By Victor Rodriguez-Ruanoabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the Cold: Septembers Farewell
The last leaves fell of my tree today. They dance, frolic, and rustle about, while glaring at me mockingly. In the background Green Day plays, Wake Me Up When September Ends. A fitting soundtrack to this moment of dread.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Thirty
Thirty, a decade gone, A life well-lived, a journey on. A tapestry woven, thread by thread, Of laughter, tears, and dreams ahead.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
I was so full of love that I could barely eat
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Political 'Nine'
Ninth month; bright morning; A near quarter century... The pain still echoes. The ancient Roman knew... * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Exiting the Matrix: Elegy of Eleutheromania
Signs from my higher self keep landing in front of my face. My own voice whispers “It’s the Matrix, not a race”. Guess I’m both Neo and Morpheus, my own self I’m trying to wake.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Hedonism
You’re my hedonism Your kisses have saved me From my isthmus of sorrow You indulge my whims And I hang on your words Forever tied together
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Father
I used to imagine your face I used to look for you in every place I used to wonder what you were doing But then I realized it was all a waste
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You Deserved Better
I can’t help but feel it in my core this maddening anger bubbling in my soul to fight for one another, for each other no matter the toll it takes
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Death
Men and women all perish in terror Little is known about this material error The things we do to stay off it's gaze In the end we all feel it's cold embrace
By Chisomabout a year ago in Poets