Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
As the shadow creeps and recedes, Leaving just imperfect recollections, Time is consumed by veiled reflections, Despite forward being the only way it leads.
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Poets
Gemstone Goddess, Always accordingly modest. Stones wit every fit, Gotta keep that aura protected & Lit! Gems on all my Limbs, I feel so incomplete witout them.
By Ma’at CC 𓁧 2 years ago in Poets
There was a line in the final episode of "The Swarm" which is the first line of this sonnet, and made me immediately think of my wonderful Muse.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
Burn my midnight heart. And trash my morning nightmares. Daybreaks, sunlight wins!
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
It Seems Empty but it is Full of Life It seems like I stepped into an infinite void The same thing for miles I see a hoard of animals in the distance
By Tommaso Bordignon2 years ago in Poets
I feel a cold mist on the back of my neck I have to wear lots of clothing, my fingers are cold If my fingers are cold then my hands are cold too
The place where souls communicate If you go you can hear the birds call You will have fun but you won't be playing with a ball
Lower than the lowest point on earth It seems lifeless but it is full of life You can't live there but you would The lack of oxygen is to select the worthy
