It’s Blue Oyster Cult and it’s stuck in the wild waves Of choppy hair, the silt gray eyes, and upside-down grin That tastes like smoke and knows how to spell “trouble”.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
She sat in her car and cried at the Intersection of Hamilton and Cross, the traffic lining up behind her. It was the busiest and most
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Trapped in a cycle, I repeat the pain Ignoring red flags, loving in vain Wishing to try, but regret's the cost Hurt at home, hurt outside, forever lost
By Emem Iniabout a year ago in Poets
Tautogram Timely terror Traumatic to thee The testament to time This taboo tactful talent
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Oh words on a page how you elude me As I sit at my desk ready to write, the letters leave my finger tips As silence rests upon my lips
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Just for a moment, focus on your breath. In slowly. Out slowly. In slowly. Out. The same pattern repeats within
By Sabiu Tobiabout a year ago in Poets
Love will always be part of our destination. We embrace the road. We live with better days after days. With a better day filled with love and emotions.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
You should know that Truth surfaces like oil on water And you won’t achieve much With a greasy heart Slippery hands
By Diana C.about a year ago in Poets
Savage snarling slobbering beast Inside me you lurk insatiable Longing to devour me from within Eating me alive, you won’t cease
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
so suspiciously inquisitive, as usual. How dare you lunge forward, expecting the truth to be hurled out of my eyes. exactly as i thought it, you knew and yet you ignored it. the knowing,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Truth is a treasure, a priceless treasure. Upon it foundations are built. They are solid! Lies, masquerades, assumptions are like loose sands that cannot hold water under the scorching sun.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
