As he lay bleeding on the table there was no remorse nor any panic or grieving or fear. Like an animal, he saw nothing incoming blackness. He could not breathe, suffocating from blood loss.
By DJ Robbins12 months ago in Poets
Background and Structure The poem is composed of 100 cantos, divided into three sections: Inferno (34 cantos) Purgatorio (33 cantos)
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Bumble! Tinder! Upward! Duet! Hinge! Instagram DMs! Searching to ease this loneliness To find a person to text A short connection
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
"-Did the commercialization get to you?" You have always practiced your preaching- "-No need for a holiday to celebrate our love".
By Salomé Saffiri12 months ago in Poets
A Stick of Blackpool Rock Sealed in sugar, bold and bright, A seaside treat in pink and white. A stripe of black, a taste so sweet,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The messengers of feelings With heartfelt little greetings Encourage Cupid's dealings However fleeting. Their bodies stamped with glitter,
You’re planted under my skin Like the veins of a flower Where I end, you begin Fully rooted in power Pure poetry, set in motion
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The foil hearts flutter, pierced by crimson string The bell above the door emits a piercing ring: My own heart flutters. The February wind will walk me home.
O Canada, Land So Free O Canada, so bold and bright, With mountains high and stars at night. Your rivers dance, your forests sing, Oh, what joy your seasons bring!
By Vijay Verma12 months ago in Poets
Got an average body Average hazel eyes I love saying hello, hate saying goodbye Days at the beach, naughty hotel stays Walking rainy streets
To the one that Guards me And Guides me Protects And Provides me Disarms And Inspires me Collects And Collides me
