late at night and early in the morning hours go by i lie awake entangled in time tossing, turning, without way of escape
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
I'm fast enough to run away, but‐ Where would I go? Not everything I pass, stays in the past‐ And what if I crash? What will I do?... Then?
Every new September The change in the wind makes me think of him, sweeping in from the north, like a storm, that wants to bring me home.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Stains on silence? Words? I think that was Beckett, Letting us know that Every word comes with a cost; Not speaking Can produce its own
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
as i lie awake from the night, listening to the wind's roaring moments i can't stand, fill every morning days lose their color, as the overcast continues pouring
They thought that she was fire, that she'd burn along with them, if the kept feeding her embers, stoking her every time hey noticed she'd get lonely,
Soothing Is every sound, and every note Listening, the only time calmness ever comes over me Enveloping me in what serenity is normally dangled over my head
Sleep? It's nothing more than a wish for me- Longing for such is the closest I've ever come Entire nights pass over my eyes
In a world full of gilded lilies I am a thistle wild, flowering, herbaceous, sometimes spiny. I will not trim myself down for you
Challenge: ‘Write an acrostic poem using the word 'SILENCE.’ Note: You can read my poem as ‘stand alone.’ However, the two interlinked poems are ‘Silence 1: Black’ and ‘Silence 2: Life.’
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
Those of stiff shoulders Dark eyes baggy, worn, wrinkled We. Will. Work. No. More.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
