O Water! Thou crystal spirit of divine hue, Whose silence sings more than the tongue of dew. Born before time, in Eden's golden jar,
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
I am the drop you forgot on your lips, The river you mocked in plastic slips, The ocean that wept when you turned to war,
Is it truly writer's block Or avoidance of writing about the same thing Or just hate towards the muse the mind continue to choose
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Unbutton the sky from your shoulders. Fold it once, then twice. Bury it beneath the porch where the bees once slept. No one finds what the bees forget.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Poets
@ Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia The living walk amongst the dead; every day, under the southern sun. Their cultivated whispers
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
I knew you with merely a glance, Not with words or a fierce romance. Nor your soft touch calling me near-- Just seeing each other so clear.
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 months ago in Poets
Heaven is not far. It is not only the gleaming city beyond clouds or the pearled gate stories. It is not locked behind death.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
She brings me sunshine with her smile challenges me, coaxes my very best— even when I resist. - She is fierce, intelligent, emotionally mature,
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
In the hush of heat where silence sticks And sleep runs dry in summer’s tricks You came, a humble tower of grace A breeze-bringer with a plastic face
In the beginning, there was silence. A breathless hush before the soul was carved. And then, Love whispered into dust— "Be," and man was born—startled, alive,
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
