**The Day Your Eyes Forgot My Name** *The moment love turned into memory, and I learned that even the brightest eyes can forget what once felt like home.*
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
Love me softly, like the whisper of dawn, when the world still sleeps and the sun has not yet learned to burn. Touch me gently,
The night you left, the air forgot how to breathe. The world felt smaller, as if the stars themselves bowed their heads.
I went looking for belonging as if it were prey, a thing that could be tracked through the dark woods of bloodlines.
By Oula M.J. Michaels3 months ago in Poets
do you remember when i gifted a piece of you to my first love? a small plot by mare serenitatis (i wonder how many might own parts of you now?). the length of that relationship did not measure anywhere near the distance of our love, so we suffered greatly; burning bright, but oh so very brief. we'd look up, knowing wherever we were we looked upon you together, and we could feel each other.
By kp3 months ago in Poets
It might have looked like a fishing trip But I was really hunting I might have looked like a pampered princess But I was really a huntress
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 months ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Son He built small worlds from gears and glass, Each tick a song, each chime a prayer, He said that time was made of love,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
I am a Sagittarius, an archer, bow drawn taut, scanning the horizon. . I perch, then wander, forever moving,
By Aubrey Rebecca3 months ago in Poets
O, Intellect, pure Flame and vital Breath! From what cold Chaos dost thou now retreat? Thou art the quarry I pursue to death,
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
home never felt so much like home, unless i was home alone in my room, or climbing a tree, or swinging freely to my music in the backyard.
I remember the summer the lights went out — or maybe it was the fireflies that came early, blinking their small Morse code of wonder
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
First, a match, a spark of light, Conversation flows throughout the night. Plans are made, a hopeful start, Then silence falls and breaks your heart.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
