Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and, Surreal Some are spooky, some are friendly
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Begin before language. Curl into the shadow of a breath. Listen for the pulse that existed before your name. You do not need a word to be real. You were always the story.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Poets
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
Want to disappear? Not a problem. First, dye your skin a darker color. Water soaked in walnut hulls works a treat. Then, change your name.
By Meredith Harmon6 months ago in Poets
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
