The Mirror’s Reflection In the mirror, my face worn and aged, Lines that whisper of years gone by, Once vibrant eyes, now dulled and hazy,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Much ado about a dress I’ve always kept, though decades have passed since I slid my arms into those sleeves and felt the soft embrace of cotton jersey, supple on my hips and thighs,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Always my source of brightest light At war with yourself, a constant fight Charming always but doubts her right To befriend the world that’s dark as night
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
The Law That Hunts I have seen faces, sweet at dawn, turn like knives when night arrives. I have felt lies, slip through rooms,
Proud of Celtic heritage, Glaswegian born and bred. / The sound of the pipes, the infectious laughter of The Big Yin —
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
THE RED STAR THAT WAITED It burns quietly in the darkest space, a crimson circle breathing fire. Thin branches of light
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
I wrote “eggs, soap, rice” on the back of a receipt and felt strangely proud like I’d authored a small religion. The supermarket lights were too bright
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Roots That Held My Shadow My roots were born, in quiet rooms, where fear grew slow, and never slept. They held me tight,
THE FAIRY DOOR A tiny red door waits in the roots, hidden deep in the green quiet. It looks harmless, bright and small,
On every inhale, silence rushes in - A deep breath of air Circulating through every part of you Like a spiral that goes on and on and on
By Ty2 months ago in Poets
