You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Sunshiny days under the sun not allowing any clouds sitting around blocking its' rays having its' natural light shining
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
Fragments of the unknown A face unravels, torn and split, Eyes adrift where shadows sit. A bird with wings of fractured light,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Look what you've done‐ If only, you had your own eyes to see the Hell you've curated... all that you've brought to ruin,
By Josh Morgan12 months ago in Poets
You Paint In Lies You paint in colours born of lies, I paint the same one in black and white. Yours shimmer with a false sunrise,
Used Ai for the first time to turn my poem into a song It didn't sound wrong It's was so crazy to me It actually sounded good you’ll see
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
tenderly I whisk milk and sugar to a beautiful simmer of soft bubbles I carefully temper the temperamental eggs which just love
The most beautiful self portraits I have ever made are the ones painted in the softest of pink skin that freckles in the sunlight
Whispers of his life In the whispers of his life, A tale unfolds, both tender and wise. Each moment a chapter, cherished and bright,
By day, and by night my sweat runs cold, while my chest, burns hot, friction burns scar my heart‐ To no limit, my thoughts write chaos as my fortune‐
Twinkling above allowing stories to be told to us all. (Note: I know I am over a few syllables, but this one sounds better.)
Stars that are twinkling turning on the night sky allowing us to see and read the stories as they soar across the sky.
