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
By the clear ringing song of harp and horn There you stand, celestial-born And where I am a crownless king You drift aloft on angels wings
Hail to the grim, marauders and kings For power is in crowns, bangles and rings The warlike are dead, the peaceful don’t rest
My Dad I think of you every morning, and your name still warms the air, the way your presence once did, when life felt steady and kind.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Woman in Midnight Roses her face stays still, white as moonlight, with shadows resting, beneath calm eyes. blue roses rise,
Flames and Shadows red candles burn, in a heavy room, their glow shaking, like they know my name. the mirror behind them,
Before Midnight Fell I walked the narrow path, feeling the world fall still, as midnight gathered, and whispered my fate.
Deepest Love Haiku How deep is my love? it can’t be measured it’s deep it goes on forever
