Cutting Out The Devil I stood in the dark, Hearing him breathe, That quiet taunt Coiled in the air. His words were poison,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Leaving fleeting footprints on flattened grass we arrive at the precious precipice, and peer into the narthex of the tabernacle of trees
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
The Earth died Haiku The stars turn away The moon refuses to shine The earth died screaming
Tea and the Tattered Books The cup was chipped, the tea long cold, The air was thick with loss and dust, The books lay open like old wounds,
The feeling is crisp On your breath On your lips As you wake and you step out of bed A chill up your spine Bare foot on cold pine
By Amos Glade3 months ago in Poets
Shifting Sands Took You Away You stood firm, Then the ground changed, Grains sliding, Beneath your feet. Slow at first,
Something in the Air Is Poison There’s something wrong, In the night air, Something sharp, Something unseen. It burns slow,
Anybody Telling the Truth? Is anyone real, In this loud world, Where everything echoes, And nothing stands? People talk,
You Are What You Are You are what you are, Not shaped by them, Not carved by fear, Not bent by noise. You walk your path,
Never Give Up The night drips slow, Through broken dreams, Where silence hums, In endless streams. The walls are cold,
The Staircase That Watches Each step was waiting, Old and aware, Holding the whispers, Caught in the air. The boards were restless,
Roots of My Own Heart I feel the roots break, Inside my chest, Reaching for moments, Never at rest. They twist through memories,
