"Emotionally "detached"<-— that's what he tells me "don't know how I feel." 💔 by ___________________Bolt ⚡ Original story☝️ by ©️William Markly O'Neal II, 2024 - All rights reserved ⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
A mother she had Five daughters, and five kingdoms She had one for each Kingdom of crows for The first, regent of murder,
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
There goes the lines drawn Between colour before stars Mushrooms lay in wait Photo by author While the clouds swim by
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Glistening fangs drip Saliva a precursor To the taste of blood —— Straight for jugular Rend, rip, tear… Life’s blood flowing
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
A heart ripped to shreds Claws… Gouging, Tearing, Rending Ichor stained fingers This one is for Dharrsheena. 😉
built to catch its prey yet it's a warning to us spider web! Don't go!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
How can I tell you of my pain? It’s not a story, not so plain. Not a word I can simply write, Not a tale to recite tonight.
The Love One day, I met a lover on the roadside, And then a long conversation began, side by side. I asked him, "Why is your attire pale green? Why do your desolate eyes hold a watery sheen?"
