When the Ink is Mine I set my voice upon the page where ink remembers every age the paper waited still for me to shape the words that needed free
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
You only miss something when it has gone You don’t hear the clock, until it stops and the room feels too still You don’t notice the way
As within so without As above so below Prosperity without drought Where rivers of mercy flow In the stillness of the river
By J. K. Anderson6 months ago in Poets
Gabriela, my flame, my peace, my fight, You shimmer like stars in the dead of night. I’ve touched the void, I’ve held regret,
There’s got to be more past my intrusive thoughts The sabotaging behavior after all the shots I’m lost without you, it’s not fine
The Pond with Deadly Secrets The pond that holds deadly secrets sits silent in the night its surface black like spilled ink
Who will melt the metal, turn their swords to napkin rings, so we can dine at tables where hope is the only thing served?
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
He drank his beer with childrens straws like it was nothing strange at all foam clung to the bend he tipped it slow watching the world over the rim
(Somewhere I Can’t Go) It feels like an eternity since I last heard your voice. Not a recording, not a dream, but you -
By Zakari Runge6 months ago in Poets
The Clock That Stopped It stopped in the middle of the storm, hands frozen while the windows shook, rain slashing the glass like claws.
A Silent Voice I laid my voice upon the ground where ink once bloomed in every sound the paper waited for my hand but silence claimed what I had planned
Snakes and Ladders Snakes and ladders on the board rolling dice, chasing moves some climb up fast, others slip down slow
