She hated how they fascinated me those living statues with their glassy eyes their varnished scales and long backs still prehistoric
By Trish B2 years ago in Poets
a mighty yawn escaping its endless sleep As stars, celestial guardians bid their final farewell and retreat White clouds, soft and ethereal
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
Just like a politician, you are the ultimate spin doctor, MUST protect oneself (AKA your fragile ego) at all costs, There’s little empathy,
By Grz Colm2 years ago in Poets
As far as months are concerned, July is a beast. No other has hosted the repose of some of my most dear. Nothing other than its return brings me back to those days of grief.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
I wish I were a smarter, healthier, better version of myself. Maybe I could be all that and more with the right motivation.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
In your existence I felt like home, with your touches I filled the void within my soul, for u I wrote verses of things I wanted to explore, yet who was I in your presence that has always been doomed
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
You got me all stirred up. I feel obsessed. I feel like this love and lust I have for you is out of control, like a fire with no ice. My inner volcano grumbles and I have to fly to the top of the ice cap just to put my head back on.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
In a forest with lots of deep shadows, old trees hide things. An honest group of scouts ran into monsters without knowing it.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
…..but I was before. Before I became soulless. The survival instinct humans are born with Is us holding on to our Animalistic roots.
By Christine 2 years ago in Poets
What is a writer without readers? They're a ship without a sail. Words blown on the wind traveling through time on a written page,
By Amy Black2 years ago in Poets
I know you've got a head full of ink afraid to feel, so you think and you think as you stare into the sink I kiss your throat with a kitchen knife
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Icy gray fingers, like early morning frozen fog twirl my hair like puppet strings, unboxing the blue & broken things.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
