A Longing Carved A longing carved in breath and blood and stone, it moves through me as if it owns my veins. It turns the night
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
The Thought of You The thought of you keeps tapping at my door, a slow insistence I cannot stop. It moves through me
The Place I Should Have Stayed I walk the line between the gone and real, A path that keeps repeating what I knew, The past returns with truths I never feel.
June sneaks in with warm nights and loud birds, And my phone remembers you before I do. Your birthday pops up like a dare
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Eye of the Branches The eye looked out through living wood, Its gaze both endless, calm, and near, It saw the secrets buried deep,
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
I hear your voice when the night grows still, a quiet echo threading through my chest, and every memory bends to your will.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
I stand again where your footsteps used to fall, a quiet doorway holding the ghost of your name, and every breath reminds me of it all.
I walk the road where your voice used to stay, a soft echo rising from the quiet ground, and every thought pulls me back your way.
I keep returning to the words we left unsaid, soft echoes drifting through the quiet night, and every path I take leads where you once led.
I keep returning to the place your smile once stayed, where sunlight touched your face like a gentle vow, and every step I take feels somehow delayed.
