A Street Called Yesterday There’s a street that time forgot to map, Its lamps still glow a yellow hue, The cobbles hum beneath your steps,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Dream He kept the flame above the sea, Through storm and fog, through endless night, He watched the waves like restless souls,
Sail Away Beneath a silver moon I stand, The tide is whispering my name. The night is calm and full of stars, And nothing here will stay the same.
The present clenched inside me— sits, like a fist in my gut, sticking to the ribs and worrying my mother. • I wish to kill the clock
By Guia Nocon3 months ago in Poets
I think about all the moments that have led us here - the laughter, the pauses, the trembling beginnings that felt like standing at the edge of something vast
By Zakari Runge3 months ago in Poets
I wonder - quietly, endlessly, in that soft place between thought and dream, do they feel it too? When the night stretches wide,
School days crush Haiku Deep hearted I loved From a school day crush love grew He never loved me
The Train That Never Came I stood upon the platform’s edge, The clock refused to move its hands, The air was thick with ghosts of steam,
Mr I told you so Haiku Men love being right Smirking yes I told you so Little smug face git
The Old Library Dust rises like ghosts from the shelves, and the air tastes of ink and forgotten voices. I walk slowly between towers of books,
Egypt The sun rises slow above the Nile, gold spilling across the water, casting shadows that stretch and yawn over palm trees and mud-brick homes.
Voices in my head Haiku Hello who is there Voices in my head again Please when will they stop
