The Fogged Garden The garden waits beneath the morning fog, flowers bowed under the weight of dew, I wander slowly, tracing paths we once knew,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
Night Walking The night is quiet except for the whisper of wind, it carries fragments of voices I once knew, I walk through the darkness with careful steps,
Sunlight Fading I sit alone in the room where sunlight fades, shadows draping themselves across the floor, I hold your memory like a fragile flame,
Light is Light spills across my mind like a calm arrival, lifting the doubts that gather in the corners, and I welcome it as if it were a promise,
Is there a soft spot in your mind? That thought you avoid Because it makes you feel Something gentle Or kind?
By Mezmurabout a month ago in Poets
Digging a Hole I dig a hole in the quiet earth, feeling the weight of every lifted handful, and the soil tells stories older than mine,
Bring My Hunting Coat, Mary Bring my hunting coat, Mary, the wind is turning, and I feel the cold rising across the fields,
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold The poet’s pen went cold as ice he stared at words that would not play nice His mind went blank, his tea went stale
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By Vabout a month ago in Poets
The Enchanted Scroll My name written in a place that breathes and waits, curled inside a scroll that knows my every scar.
