The door opens, the fresh artic wind blown in from untraveled lands caresses my cheek, it's icy touch an invitation
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
On a sleepy moon's day, a cataclysmic eruption in my dear mother's womb ushered my birthing entrance to this fair world, a world in turmoil,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The doppelganger of my heart is roaming free, The metal of her marrow gleams rose golden with a love of sweet spring peonies.
When I am gone, carve, "She saw beauty everywhere she looked" on my headstone. Tell them how I used to sing aloud
Sitting still, I become like stone. * Snow covered in a white blanket. ** My head resting on my hand *** Frozen in a moment of time
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The stillness of the morning is broken by the soft toddling thunder of tiny feet. Her sea green eyes peer gently down at me,
The walls were stripped bare, other worldly, frozen in time. They said “come, pick something”. The rooms that once felt so full
more family to me than mine ever was, the chosen ones. the broken things i relate to. and to the rest: i really don't gaf.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
There was a time when I trusted everything you said I had believed you hung the moon and stars up in the sky Gladly, would I have followed you to the ends of the earth
i love you, very much. and i know i have not been effective at my demonstration; to show you that, amidst my digestion.
The sparkling snow lingers in the air like fairy lights did over Oxford Street. Hot tea warms the American chill in my bones,
