When Thoughts Turn Heavy Today felt weighty, Thick in my head, Pulling my footsteps, Hard as I tread. My mind kept drifting,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Funky Monkey Snow He saw snow fall, stared at the sky, mouth wide open, as if the clouds lied. He caught a flake, screamed in delight,
The One Who Waited Through Fire You stood with me Flames at our backs Your hand held mine Fear eased away Love stayed bright
The Word That Lives Poetry calls to me, when the night grows long, when the room feels tight, and silence takes hold.
The Song of the Forsaken Poet I wrote in quiet, Love in each line Words reached out, Heart open wide Joy marked the start, Warm and bright
Writers write, Artists paint And musicians just make noise Each and every one of them Are just following their dream.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
The Queen and Her Silent Knight A queen sat still Gold losing shine Her knight beside her Love quiet and warm Days moved slow
Dark Light Dark light calling Shadows leaning in Your breath near mine Heat rising slow You teased the dark Pulled me closer
Haunted Mannequins They stand so still, faces turned to the light, eyes that never blink, shadows caught in their stare.
The Man Who Carries Years His face holds time, marked in deep lines, carved by long days, and nights without rest. His eyes tell stories,
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Poets
I should have been a lighthouse keeper With the solitary life I lead Helping sailors to take heed I should have been a lighthouse keeper
