Calcified mind and crystalized bone, stone skin and paralytics, the eyes water and bubble as vision fades behind a layer of film and a creeping inner monologue,
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Poets
The hot searing sting of heartbreak on my cheeks the hurt that you refuse to hear the ache that you refuse to own
By Ellie Hoovsabout 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
I see, on the horizon, a swelling brilliance that echoes in my spirit I see, within it, all that I have ever been, all that I am now, all that I will ever be
By Ava Alderabout a year ago in Poets
they say there is a grove in the forest. shifting feet and darting eyes tell a story of confusion. it reaches us like a tickling thought that can’t be read. twitching hands and curling fists tell a story of wrongness.
I sent you so many letters and cards Every word I meant had come from The bottom of my heart and soul I was wrong about my old flame
By Chloe Gilholyabout a year ago in Poets
In the twilight's embrace, the frequencies play A cosmic dance, the universe grants. a together magic, at the close of day.
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
In a world that often focuses on superficial standards, this poem celebrates the true essence of beauty—one that shines from within!!!
By Ashi Writesabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers intertwine like fumes, Truth misshapen in shadows, Eyes sparkle with a flawed light. 💨💨💨💨💨 A web of deceit,
By Talia Devoraabout a year ago in Poets
Durable - ability to exist for a long time! A Merriam-Webster word for today that I have chosen on this day to rhyme. My rhyming time about this word on Saturday.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
We were lovers. You and me. But not anymore. Stop dreaming. Don't try to fix it. Stop hopping. Stop being nice. We were an item.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
I fear the silence too, it's deafening, Like reconnecting with a long-lost friend. The quiet brings a strange awakening,
By Ravi Dabout a year ago in Poets
