When did we lose what we used to be? Was it when you were away from me? Was it when I changed becauase I was alone? Was it when neither of us had a home?
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
He's getting smaller in the distance I'm waving with dreaded panic Slowly the car drives away I memorise his face The move - unwanted
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Poets
I can feel it in my core, the heartbeat of the Earth grows faint and erratic. The wind carries the whispers of the trees, they too sense the unrest beneath our feet.
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
I have been in "Hermit mode" for the past few months. Deep-diving into who I want to be, and what I want to do next. Oh, the joys and lows of self-discovery!
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
As time came once again for us to part, neither knowing when our next meeting will be, never quite believing there will a next at all.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Kafka, I invite you to see my Peace Garden, what was and will be. It began with a steep slope of overgrown brush and weeds,
in the heat and calm of anestri, the hushed voiceless exchanges alerting us pour a glass or two of retsina, as your legs form a crude triangle over my body
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Four square shapes of glass, bright as the purest butter, on this cloudy day.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
The rain slowly drizzle and started to pour as if it were blessing your soul and calming your clumsy mind along with a medium hot coffee that goes
By SharShine2 years ago in Poets
Harsh unbeliever Persecute and prosecute All those who believe —- “Find them and stone them” Was how he operated Such great injustice
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
