The Thought of You The thought of you keeps tapping at my door, a slow insistence I cannot stop. It moves through me
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
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.
Introduction This is my first attempt at a Madrigal, and is and thank you to my Muse for the time and inspiration that she always gives me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets
The Glass Universe Inside this glass a world turns slow, with golden sparks and drifting stars. A tiny moon floats near a sun,
