Ode

Death And Grief.
Death sits with grief for a little while. He knows he has a hard job but the job that grief has is one not even he could ever endure.
By April Kirby.8 months ago in Poets
The Rock (The Football, Basketball, Baseball, Volleyball, Golf ball, Tennis ball, etc.)
There's nothing to play with Except the rock, Which is now heavy Like the moon... huge, Makes wind, Transforms every sport's mind To defend. From history, Animals protest And rubber is starting to Become an enemy line. Fans and players find Themselves...
By K.A. Smith8 months ago in Poets
Window Flowers In A Watered Jar
Window Flowers In A Watered Jar Three little rebels in borrowed jars, not a root in soil, not a fence or bars just glass and water, clean and still
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Why Early Birds Catch the Worms
Why Early Birds Catch the Worms Because they wake when the dark still breathes. Because the world is quiet, and nothing asks too much.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Northern Lights
The meaning of love is tied to the time and season we find ourselves in; Love could mean sacrificing— one's conscious loss for the other's gain
By Jesse8 months ago in Poets
"Whispers in the Blooming Field"
In fields where roses gently sway, My heart finds peace in your sweet way. Like morning sun through misty air, Your love is warmth beyond compare.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad8 months ago in Poets
A Cop In
The invisible Cop in in sodas Hide. See clear and understand Creating more fat cells Behind the work desk, Pushes anxiously for more More, more, more blend.
By K.A. Smith8 months ago in Poets
The Muse's Maze
Giving every last beat of my Replenishing heart Surrendering to the Redemptive score of Inspiration's reflective spark
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
Yesterday's abyss, today's brief discussion
It is never time that can drag you out of the bottom. Rather, it is the mindset in your heart and the genuine release from the bottom of your heart.
By Luna8 months ago in Poets
White
I once lived in a world that was white. It shone, blindingly so. In its cold appearance, diamond flecks would flicker And for those moments, it was wondrous.
By Rachel Deeming8 months ago in Poets
Whispers Beneath Pines and Petals
Whispers of the Mountain Beneath tall trees where mountains rise, A lake reflects the painted skies. A boy kneels low in flowers fair,
By Mukhtiar Ahmad8 months ago in Poets
Her Mouth Full of Dawn
Oh, how the heavens must envy the way she wears the light— not borrowed, not given, but born from within, a slow-burning sun wrapped in skin.
By Zakir Ullah8 months ago in Poets