The Poem That Walked Away I wrote a line and it trembled softly, then lifted from the page like a bird escaping its cage.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Planets in the Palm They rise like smoke from open hands, these ringed worlds of shining light. The stars burn bright
The Ghost That Composed Music The piano waited, its keys trembling quietly, and I realized a ghost pressed them with invisible fingers.
The Phantom in the Attic I climbed the stairs slowly, the boards groaning under my weight, and the attic breathed quietly,
The Stranger in the Mirror My reflection waited, eyes sharp and focused, watching me move with perfect precision. It blinked once early,
I need to know the things I know you knew But you did not cross my path of urgent things. I missed my chance to ask those things of you.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
The Pen That Drew Monsters The pen moved on its own, sketching creatures that should not exist, pressing nightmares into paper.
The Poem That Knew Death I wrote a line, and the shadows bent toward it, pressing cold against my hands, folding darkness into syllables.
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked with no sound, yet his shadow moved, his eyes caught the corner of my vision,
First Love, Last Breath My first love taught me how fire feels, the kind of heat that lives under the ribs. It burned bright,
The Woman Trapped in a Whispering House The house breathed around her, its floors groaning with stories, its walls whispering through cracks,
The year nears its end. So many things to do now... Am I dog happy? * Note, this is for the following Challenge: * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
