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1.1 Tethered Dreams
I want to conquer the skies— but earth's petals root me still. I yearn for heights beyond the crowd, but my inner sloth murmurs, "Not now."
By Anu's Quill9 months ago in Poets
What does love taste like?
What does love taste like? Love is like wine, it makes you dizzy, A breathless swirl, a pulse gone hazy. It whispers soft, then pulls so tight,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Rewriting: Rudyard Kipling's - If
Poetry is not something that I ever really got in to. It did not connect with me like a fantasy story that I could get lost in or a thriller that I could not put down. However, I came across "If" at an early age and something about it just sunk deep inside.
By Daniel Millington9 months ago in Poets
Political Eighteen
Note: we just had our election up here in the Great White North, and it seems like things are heading down a particular path.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Poets
Clackers or Ker-Knockers 1970’s Toy
Clackers or Ker-Knockers 1970’s Toy In schoolyards where laughter rang, Two balls on strings would loudly bang. Clackers in hand, we’d swing with might,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Lavender Lane
Lavender Lane Lavender growing by the road, Soft and purple, neat in rows. Buzz of bees and summer sun, Smells like peace when day is done.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
A Monkey took a Pee on me
A Monkey took a Pee on me I sat under a coconut tree bye the sea when a monkey looked down on me. Disgusting little bleeder
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Bye Bye Baby
Bye Bye Baby They played our song, Bye Bye Baby, as he stepped onto the train, a wave, a smile, a brave salute, I blinked back tears in vain.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
Cancer Bring It Down
Cancer Bring It Down One day, for cancer, there’ll be a cure. And horrible deaths won’t happen no more. Family and loved ones,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Peter Pan Buys a Porsche
He called it his own renaissance - not a crisis - as if flinging 1990s cologne on a midlife bonfire was anything but arson.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Up in the sky, we fly so high,
Up in the sky, we fly so high, With the world below and our dreams nearby. The blades spin fast, the wind blows light,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets