Grandad Loved his pipe Grandad loved his pipe, he smoked it to relax and think. They wouldn’t let him smoke it in the pub,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
If I were a book If I was a book I would be glossy paper, large print, easy to read. I‘d write my tale in diamond fonts, and pure gold ink.
Worthy Of A Tattoo Of Gods Creation Oh Lord, my God, my Creator, Am I worthy of Your love? Am I capable of being worthy?
My four leaf clover You’re my four-leaf clover, My little lucky charm, The peace that wraps around me, The shield that keeps me calm.
The oracle didn't speak. She just raised one eyebrow and handed me a cracked mirror so I would never see myself clearly.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Aries rising Mean girl Not surprising Daddy issues Loves those pretty blonde views She’ll turn you quick into a memory
By Mikayla Rose9 months ago in Poets
Poem 1 Eyes watching me in the Dark I saw them blink, a pair of lights, No torch, no lamp, just quiet nights. A shadow still, it didn’t move,
The world And Our Universe Are no more The stars and moon turned off their light, The sun went cold, the sky turned red.
He said my name like an oath. I said his like a war cry. We met in the ruins of reason, and built something holier from chaos.
There's a garden, gated, out back of my mind, where bees delicately hum, amongst dreams that grow in vines of honeysuckle;
The Masks They Wear Beneath the pale, unyielding light, They twist their tongues and hide their sight. With smiles that sharpen, edges cold,
Sandstorm Stallions They thunder through the sand like gods unbound, Hooves slicing the silence, shaking the ground. Muscled shadows in sun-scorched gold,
