to come alive after night a dream in a dream drifting through this ravine i’ve made of my life my heart throbs resentful and tired
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Hair… so fair Eyes sparkling like blue ice chips Bristling with energy, enthusiasm, excitement He seems to fly Then dives…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for July 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
She Lets Me Dream, While I’m Awake… She Becomes My Mottled Reality Everyday… I Live Gloomily In A Terrible Fate, Although I Devise To Changed My Ways,…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
I watch you whispering, stones land roughly in my belly, is this the end? where has your mind gone? How many more cloudy evenings will you praise?
By Soulabout a year ago in Poets
Dragon’s eyes kiss the ring with its piercing gaze, While everything around is lit ablaze. Such jewel, precious gem, true brilliance intensified,
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows are nothing but hollow salesmen trying their best to swindle you into buying bottles of synthetic sunshine and books on how to make a silver lining
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Softly, Silence tiptoes into our midst Invited enthusiastically by some Loathed by others Enriching friendships Creating feuds
Silken silence segues slowly southwards… sulkily suppressed Icicles inch incrementally into introspection inaudibly Laughter languishes… lost, loveless, lonely
I had a dream about both of you last night, there you were, sitting on these chairs. I wasn't supposed to be there, neither were you guys. But something happened that collided our paths.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
I am a human until the rains pull in on the horizon, Human until I must wade out of the reeds and taste The ambrosia of sticky fear inside warm human blood.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Here I lay, In an old home That was once mine But boy have I moved Too many times To ever call one place home. I return
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
