Our eyes are gone now — nowhere to be found. So we cannot see the spectra of colors On the world's alphabet blocks. An A starts my monologue, and an an, and thou the.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the depths of my mind, I seek solace divine, A fleeting moment of peace, A respite from the grind. The world outside is chaos,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
* Husks and hues and autumn dew Amongst the flowers in fields ablaze Kisses my skin like a new tattoo Golden delights in bright amber waves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A notification awaits me, as to Vocal Media I log in; Shimmering red, a crimson crystal, bearing a surprise within! Did a dear friend produce a work which I might this day enjoy?
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
An abstract POV: Lately I’ve been imagining my life transformed. I’ve been daydreaming and thinking of how my life will be when I finally get to wake up with my little family around me.
By Nomfundo Gumedeabout a year ago in Poets
then again and again and again ever onward i fly into the future sky-glanced mind and moon eyes soothing me now for tomorrow
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Let’s Fly High… in the sky At the annual Fair Gracing our small town where Amid the rustle, hustle and bustle Dazzling fireworks blaze sporadically
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
“CONNOTATIONS OF PERCEPTIONS” “OLD OR YOUNG OR HUMAN” AI CO-PILOT I look back over my shoulders, Throw a grain of salt,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
In my mind’s eye, I see a world so bright, A future where time travel takes flight. I close my eyes and let my thoughts soar,
In a world where hearts are bound by love’s sweet tether, Where joy dances freely, light as a feather, There lies a place where dreams come alive,
~ Oh little moth, you cut your cloth with grace that has no rival. But if your larvae eat my plants, your genes will skip survival.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
