The Painting That Screamed The canvas hung quietly, its colors curling like smoke, and I heard a whisper that bled through every brushstroke.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
The Ghost in the Library Books whispered softly, their pages folding like wings, and I felt eyes from invisible corners trace me.
Salt Tears That Tell the Truth The words across his skin are warnings, a rule carved deep and unfair. Salt trails speak what he can’t say,
Jupiter’s Whispering Storms Jupiter roared silently through endless black, its storms curling like serpents around moons that quivered.
THE POEM THAT OUTLIVED ME Death waits quietly in the back room, watching me write as if I owe it. My pen trembles in a cold grip,
The Broken Pencil The broken pencil lies where I left it, a thin, cold wound across my quiet space. Its snapped-off point
A Longing Carved A longing carved in breath and blood and stone, it moves through me as if it owns my veins. It turns the night
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
The Thought of You The thought of you keeps tapping at my door, a slow insistence I cannot stop. It moves through me
From time to time I see the dream of dreams: Dream gifts me with a child that won’t be mine. From time to time, or only so it seems.
By Salomé Saffiriabout a month ago in Poets
The Voice That Never Leaves A path that keeps repeating what I knew, It winds through shadows where my voice remains, The past returns with echoes I pursue.
