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The Unspoken Words
Silent whispers in the air, A love that words cannot declare, It lingers in every breath I take, A flame that never seems to break.
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
dance. Content Warning.
he's been watching me and i know it but i've been a dancing fool to the music started feeling melodies in my head can't plan for this kind of perfect ending
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
THE CHOIR MASTER'S BURIAL
POETRY : THE CHOIR MASTER’S BURIAL He often would ask us that when he died After playing so many to their last rest
By oludotun oyedele2 years ago in Poets
The Student Sonnet. Top Story - March 2024.
Note: I have pretty much been dead on my feet this week with the midterm exams, weather weirdness in Canada, and the usual obsessions and concerns over money and future work (thank you, stress headache...stressache?). So, this may not be my best work, but I think it explains where my head is at and what I have had to deal with...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Living
What is life if we don't create? Is it truly living if we don’t ever break? How can we live if we don't let the fear wash away?
By Allison2 years ago in Poets
Your eyes were love
Your hands seemed cold, your nails were blue, and your fingers were shaking. I caught your secret smile when you turned your head away, the corner of your eyes formed a tiny wrinkle.
By Basma Ali2 years ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets