The Poem That Knew Death I wrote a line, and the shadows bent toward it, pressing cold against my hands, folding darkness into syllables.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked with no sound, yet his shadow moved, his eyes caught the corner of my vision,
First Love, Last Breath My first love taught me how fire feels, the kind of heat that lives under the ribs. It burned bright,
The Woman Trapped in a Whispering House The house breathed around her, its floors groaning with stories, its walls whispering through cracks,
The year nears its end. So many things to do now... Am I dog happy? * Note, this is for the following Challenge: * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
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,
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,
