Splashes of neon, sinful almost, The red? Precisely. In the rain, The floor is lava. Not so scary. Just spilled wine on a shag carpet,
By Miguel da Ponte2 years ago in Poets
Please don't... Please don't give up, don't give yourself to the shadows, swim and swim to the surface. At the surface where you can breathe again,
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
I’ve built you a home in the forest We used to burst through the leaves and make them flutter The river is nearby to nourish you
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Marching forth in the army with my crew, Am I walking in unison? Staring intently ahead, mind is focused forward. Is everyone looking at me?
By Sid Aaron Hirji2 years ago in Poets
Extracting thoughts of you from my brain is like pulling teeth- painful, something one hopes to avoid, and generally easier with a bit of anesthesia.
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
Abstract Poetry is a form of poetry that is more about how sounds, rhythms, and textures evoke emotions than about the actual meanings of words. Writers Digest, Robert Lee Brewer
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
On roads not taken, I had undone many wishes, Overseen glimpses of a greater maybe, Well maybes are considered signs of negativity ;
By Aevil2 years ago in Poets
A ha’penny for thee! A ha’penny for thee! Harken you creators I gift a ha’penny to thee! Bring forth your words
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
*How can you keep your lovely smile on? Is it planned, or does it come along? How do you feel with all eyes on you?* Well, darling, I’m not curious about others’ view.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Poets
slightly wrapped blond guitar Maderia folk guitar scuffed scratched bramble of copper-wound strings, through the strings of a silver tuning key
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
In the depths of our souls, we find a treasure untold A power so profound, a force to behold It is the gift of self-compassion, a love so pure
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
You told me you were fine Because you wouldn’t understand What wouldn’t I understand Anything That’s not an answer
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
