When Love Died When love died the room fell still, a quiet settled on the walls, and every breath felt heavy then, as if the air was learning grief.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Serial Killer He walked the night in steady steps, a shadow moving through the streets, and though the world around him slept,
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked the lanes when night was near, His eyes like glass, his voice unclear. A hat pulled low, his coat too wide,
The glass was leaded Too mired to reframe To ridgid and heavy to shimmer At the sound of your name That breezed through my lips,
By Ellie Hoovs3 months ago in Poets
Ophelia my orchard What a beauty to behold I could look at you forever And it would never grow old. 🥀🥀 💗💗 🥀🥀
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
The Candle That Burned and Dripped Pure Blood It stood in silence, wax white and thin, A fragile ghost where fire had been.
The Night of Gentle Light The streets were still and silvered, a calm swept through the air, a single star was burning, and peace was everywhere.
The Path of a Poet’s Soul I walked that path, with questions in the breeze, And the soil whispered secrets, with such ease.
I would say this place is great, while some display a great distaste, and waste time so precious,
By jl wood3 months ago in Poets
The Child Who Whispered to the Moon The child stood, bare feet on cold earth. Moonlight touched his face, silver and quiet.
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
The Birds That Didn’t Want to Live in a Tree They gathered once, at dawn’s soft call, A hundred wings, yet hearts so small.
