There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
In the rhythm of life, where melodies entwine, Good music takes us on a journey, divine. Harmonies weaving, like a tapestry so bright,
By FAITH LOVEY7 months ago in Poets
Ode to Roddewig (A sub-par celebration of a top-tier friend) How do you rhyme Roddewig and make it flow like a jig?
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Running from roaches reaching for fences far above the flood line. Falls from favor with ferocity, feeling radically on fire. But Wait...!
By Willem Indigo7 months ago in Poets
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
Dear Sir Kier Starmer It's not a melodrama But could it do much harm, er and It might improve your karma Your critics to disarm, yeah
By Raymond G. Taylor7 months ago in Poets
Poetry: In the hush of night, he stands alone, A soul half-lost, in silence grown. Smoke spirals like forgotten dreams, Woven through moon's silver beams.
What is that to never speak of? But then decide to write about? That seems like a contradiction, I would never let those thoughts out!
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 months ago in Poets
On the curve of night, where silence bends, A soul sits still as the dark transcends. Upon a branch that dares to dream, He rides the hush of moonlight’s beam.
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
