Ode

Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.24 days ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.24 days ago in Poets
A Dirge for My Danners
When I was forty I said Or at least I thunk it in my head: I put my feet up on that grill My boots are burned there still
By Canute Limarider24 days ago in Poets
Oh, Henry
Did he know when he spoke, Speaker of the House, speaking on the floor? Compromising everyone. Was the tension evident
By Harper Lewis25 days ago in Poets
Chapter 4
I don't know if anxiety would knock again So much, I think, I still have to say It'll be two years today, insane But few things before I officially burn this page
By Harydo Neon25 days ago in Poets
Hearth
the embers light inside dancing shadows in the night as they come and go from sight play with them to hide another creature in the dark
By Lyrical Logic25 days ago in Poets
The 12 Days Of Christmas, I'm Truly Jamaican, And Also Perhaps A "Little" Original
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"25 days ago in Poets
A Poets Introduction
Hello Vocal Media, it’s nice to be here—all the stories and the challenges are cool. I read and write poetry and there is plenty to read here. I’ve been writing poetry for about five maybe six years now. I will share many poems here—also share some of my favorite books and authors of poetry.
By Gerry Thibeault26 days ago in Poets
What the last flame really is?
Each poem is unique, so it's never the same. What in the world is actually the last flame? The situation could be dire Because the last flame is actually the lake of fire.
By Adrian Holman28 days ago in Poets
Roaring to the sky.
Sweet and simple with start, with a match or two match, As you start the colors will come, yellow, blue, green, With helps with a log or two you are starting to make your roar,
By Teressa Rosall28 days ago in Poets
Time
When you’re born you don’t know its meaning Demands are just sleep, food and cleaning It passes so fast Folks wish it would last
By Canute Limarider29 days ago in Poets
The Flight of a Thought
An idea came To the tip of my brain Sat on the cliff Looked over the precipice Teetered there... And fell Outstretched synapses
By Canute Limarider29 days ago in Poets