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
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
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,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
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
Everything always becomes a land mind in your mind, you're always stuck between being blown up and being left behind. and I enjoy true crime,
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
I fell in love with the sea and the depths that he promised to me but all that stayed were shallow tide pools. The rest of him,
