In the rhythm of life, the same routine day I began, A fifteen minutes' drive, turned to a three-hour detour unplanned. Thoughts swirling through my head, a heavy heart that I bear,
By V2 years ago in Poets
Accoladed for ignorace, beasts dance in droves. Cabarets celebrate the destruction of peace and hope. Erring on the side of
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
All is quiet The night is thick Nothing is stirring Not even an owl The stars are hidden Behind the clouds Moonless night
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
All the while it was becoming more obvious my cat was seeking attention, dividing my brain into pieces of puzzles. Eagerly seeking to please, this sassy
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The âGame of Thronesâ Opening Titles & Theme Music - composed by Ramin Djawadi âIt can be very dark and moody, but also beautiful and emotional at the same timeâ. - Ramin Djawadi on the opening titles theme.
By Grz Colm2 years ago in Poets
Alone in the world, she traveled. Battled and weary, fighting to reach her goals. Calmness is what she seeks. Determination never flagging.
By Suzanne Allen 2 years ago in Poets
This is just a little recap (and links to my original critiques) of last yearâs challenge. Iâve been meaning to do this for a while and have just been slack. I liked the challenge because I was able to tap into my love of reviewing films etc. I also chose to write in free verse (rule breaker) to help me separate my ideas more clearly & write sparingly, given the 50 word requirement.
âHollow Pinsâ Sitting here an echo in the wind like distant pins. No feeling deep within. A stabbing pain like knife blades
By Corey W Harland2 years ago in Poets
It took me long years and a thick gray beard to recognize the reality of my life. First and second acts lived on autopilot, playing out patterns and habits on repeat, a scratched record skipping to the same phrase over and over again.
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
A dusty halo that I burned a long time ago, I miss her, she was a huge part of my life, Messages under the blasted sun, Betwixt my foreign enemies,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
As morgue gurneys roll â Bodies from refrigeration to hereafter, Chyme and bile movement continue, Despite death's finality, and
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Always on the road, sloughing off the remains of Bethlehem behind me. It was there I bore the Child. It was there I ascended
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Poets
