My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the hum of machines, his secrets swirl, lost in the suds of innocence, drowning in the final rinse. Each spin a symphony of sin, echoes of footsteps muffled by the rhythmic churn, as he wrestles with stains unseen.
By Lisa Frederick2 years ago in Poets
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
In the quiet whispers of fate's decree, Lies the map of my destiny. A path unknown, yet calling me near, Guiding me through joy and fear.
By Alecia Harriott2 years ago in Poets
In the golden glow of morning's embrace, My shadow dances with graceful grace. A silent companion, ever by my side, In the journey of life, it does abide.
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
What is happening in your head You are not the only one facing it Your head is full of what no one knows That is what you know they never know
By Parveen Baloch 2 years ago in Poets
