A city in the distance Firefly flickering lights In the distance the road winding Down through mountains Broken down into hills down
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
Some people say that all good things must come to an end, They never told me that this ending would be forever; They tell me,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Sanctioned idioscope testing foregone conclusions. The eye we must borrow to see our own futures. Intrinsic format for shattered quiet over bitter taste
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Poets
To hope in utter darkness, To dream in total blackness, Is this not a torture in itself? To hope. To dream, But never to see.
By Henry Shawabout a year ago in Poets
Tell us your truth Write what you know they will say over and over again Then it's: Stay in your lane That wasn't your truth
By Tina Roseabout a year ago in Poets
This is for Mikeydred’s September Autumn Challenge. Do join in the autumn fun here! September is a time of transition when life-changing decisions seem to consume us. So it is that we think of dreams and aspirations.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Slip out of your work clothes into nothing, as my lecherous gaze entices your next move without a conversation being
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
In realms where shadows dance with light, A seeker walks, both day and night, With eyes that pierce the veil so thin, Where truth and myth begin to spin.
By Yvonne Padmos about a year ago in Poets
My words scrawl across the page, bleeding from a feather quill. The lines are a fracture against the parchment; cracked lines
By Randy Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
In a hall where ambition and dreams intertwine, A novice stepped forth, unsure of the line, With cards in his hand, seeking paths yet unknown, In the dance of connections, he felt quite alone.
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the vast open sea, there is a wooden plank floating carrying a man on it leaving his family wonder where he might be,
By Mohd Ahsanabout a year ago in Poets
