The Candle That Waited Too Long I saw the candle burning in a room where shadows refused to bend, its wax melting into shapes I could not name,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Eye That Saw Too Much It blinked open and refused to close, seeing everything I tried to hide, its gaze sliding through walls, through doors,
The Clock That knew My Name The clock ticked, but not with hours, it ticked with moments I could not recall, its hands crawling like insects,
I keep returning to the night you walked away, your shadow fading slow like a whispered prayer, and still my heart repeats the things I couldn’t say.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
The longing stays, no matter how time moves on, I whisper these words when the night feels too deep. Your shadow returns even when you are gone.
Sky of Quiet Dreams The sky opens wide, with colours drifting, soft as a memory, that never learned to fade. A circle hangs high,
Heart of Fire A heart burns bright, in the open dark, red and fierce, against the silence. flames rise slowly, curling in gold,
Life is full of people who feel that they are rich, And there are those who view life as constant fun, But if only they could feel for a minute of each day,
By Calvin London2 months ago in Poets
Stray remnants of cosmic power Shining bright in darkest hour Ethereal tendrils of the stars Enchantments cast from afar
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Alone I stood, a great host opposed Grey demons gaining ground My battle worn-armor dented and damaged Neither strength not courage left to be found
A spectral whisper in harmony with the wind Floating like foam in the rapids Driftwood, time worn and pressure smoothed
And so we enter the dark months. Where that which makes us see blurs our vision, The blood that keeps us warm chills our bones
