The Serpent’s Coil I drew the mark with broken glass, A circle scorched in withered grass. No plea for gods, no need for grace.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Carousel The carousel goes round and round, I sit on spooky horses, making no sound. Their eyes are hollow, hearts are stone,
The Stargazer He knelt where frost had kissed the ground, No voice, no sleep, no mortal sound. Each night he stared through sky’s deceit,
How Can I Compete She walks in like a perfect lie, Painted lips, a sparkle eye. Perfume clings like a second skin, While I’m just tired, worn too thin.
Elements of basic learning that leads to various skills that eliminate many wrong ideas that one may establish for not fully understanding
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Poets
Going to school and growing up quick and slow that's elementary!
No son, become a nurse When you grow up, you will never be good Even if you do a thousand things It will never be good.....
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Poets
Tales of hobbits and elves with history of war and peace in their stories that are elaborating and eliciting ideas in Leading the readers and characters
Vocal has been having some issues bringing opposing issues to its patrons and writers that are becoming concerned with what is occurring on site that seems to
In a sudden gaze I found you standing on your own convictions for once and finally. you were humming your own tune a tale as young
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
White Noise Inside My Head It buzzes low, like a broken prayer, a dead radio between stations of despair. Static hums behind my eyes,
It's 5 am the sun barely peeking over the horizon. the old birds are already tittering spreading the morning "news" old women huddled at the fence line
