First Draft

Every Part
My whole life, I’ve been stuck within this never-ending skin — full of hundreds of bones, joints that groan and moan
By Isabella Walker6 months ago in Poets
A Hypocrite Yells At Clouds
It is the most unabashedly selfish act to wait until judgement day In a vain attempt to shield the perceived unpleasantness of things you wish not say
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Four
Not much to say now: A political show? Yup. Minutes like days. Countdown starts now... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Poets
The Fight to Exist
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
"The Whispering Wand"
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"The Spellbound Pages"
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“The Magician's Flame”
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Whispers in the Midnight Bloom
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets