Bunches of grapes, clear. Clearer than the little plate they run around. I arrived at this place in order to disappear completely from the crumbed-mouthed person, lost in glitches โ mosquito on the wall counting โ
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Poets
Proud of Celtic heritage, Glaswegian born and bred. / The sound of the pipes, the infectious laughter of The Big Yin โ
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
Like a digital shadow, you lurk in my feed, Clicking my posts like itโs oxygen you need. You lurk in the comments, you scroll through my past,
By Sara Wilsonabout a month ago in Poets
When people talk about roots, they point to family trees and parish records. Mine run deeper, past any surname, down into limestone and tallow smoke to a hand that pressed red earth onto a cave wall long before my language existed.
By Richard Patrick Gageabout a month ago in Poets
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
Introduction This is my first attempt at a Madrigal, and is and thank you to my Muse for the time and inspiration that she always gives me.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred - EBAabout a month ago in Poets
โโบโโ โพโโบโโ Said the Far-Away Star to the Man in the Moon, โWhat makes you glimmer and grin? Why do you shine and light up the night
By ๐๐๐about a month ago in Poets
In this new day, where shadows dance. Fabricated lies, a wicked trance. Mischievous concepts, they intertwine. As uncertainty grips, like a twisted vine.
By Solomon Walkerabout a month ago in Poets
Silent movement of lips makes you Endure Endless questions of fact. Black, White, Empty hat, End cane, Without an owner.
By Christopher Halesabout a month ago in Poets
