Snow The snowfall comes in silence, laying its breath across the sleeping earth, soft as a memory that does not hurt to hold.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Ice The pond has stopped breathing, a glass heart trapped beneath winter’s hand. I kneel and see my face upon its surface, shimmering,
The Hunt for Your Heart I walked through the ruins of yesterday, where your laughter still clings to the air. The scent of you is caught in the dust of time,
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Fog The dawn is swallowed whole, blurred shapes where houses should be, lamps floating like lonely moons caught in a pale and breathless sea.
Wind that frightens The wind prowls like a hungry whisper, stalking the night with ragged breath. It claws at the eaves,
The Hunt for My Sanity The forest of my mind is restless tonight, its paths split open by old mistakes, I move through the quiet like a ghost of thought,
Farmer Pete was distraught, With the rabbits at his place. Right there beside his veggie patch He often gave them chase.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
Mr. Moon, I look at you, And see you looking back at me, I know you must have seen a thing or two, But will you keep our secret?
Freezing Frost Before the sun awakes, frost crowns the sleeping fields in silver, each blade of grass armoured for the dawn.
The Deepest Eclipse Of The Night The sky is burning low and red, The ocean hums without a sound. A shadow crowns the sinking sun,
Daydreaming on a Cloud I floated above the world, watching towns shrink into patterns beneath me. The wind carried me without effort,
