The Silence Holds the Truth The silence holds the truth, not loud, not proud, it slips between the shifting crowd, where eyes glance once, then look away,
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I never said how the silence after using was louder than any siren. Or how the high was never high enough to touch the part of me
By Christopher Stiner6 months ago in Poets
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Honey, lover, cheater, cry-boy, sucker, I played these roles, but now I’m just a father. What I learned from life? Not much, to be
By Evgeny Kim6 months ago in Poets
The Giraffe, the Horse and the Falcon The giraffe stood still at the edge of dust tall and quiet, built on trust he saw too far, moved too slow
Secrets of the Cupid’s Dream He never flew, not once, he walked, through dusk-lit rooms where no one talked, with arrowheads dipped not in gold,
Just Water, and a Place to Hide Tadpoles stir in the puddled shade, slipping through weed like a whisper made, black commas wriggling, bold and small,
Be who you were meant to be Because she is perfect to me There's nothing more I need Than this moment and for you to see
By Chris Santiago6 months ago in Poets
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Twin Showers on the 29th of July 2025 The night of July twenty-nine begins the show no noise, no fuss, just sky on fire two showers cross the dark
There’s never been a time quite like this Windows down, wind blowing through her golden hair and the sun draped over her like the warmest hug
By Zoe Antinori6 months ago in Poets
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
