The Gods are feeling frisky, They have lots of games to play They all formed a band Just the other day. ☀️☀️☀️☀️
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
A Lantern to Heaven To Her Child The night is quiet, the ground is cold, a mother kneels with hands that hold. A single lantern, small and bright,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
We lit lanterns though the rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
The Room With No Light In the corner, a chair that remembers all. Its fabric worn thin by prayer and time. Dust gathers softly on the edges of the air,
LMonster Mash Dance Under the moon so cold and bright, the graveyard wakes on Halloween night. From tombs and shadows they all dash,
The Clock Beneath the River There is a clock beneath the river. It ticks where no sound can live. I saw it once through broken water,
Lanterns in the Rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
Their neediness isn’t weakness, It’s the quiet thrum of a heart that loves too deeply, A heart that fears being too much,
By Zakari Runge4 months ago in Poets
May we find ourselves one quiet morning - not in a rush, not in a race, but in a soft slowness, where the light spills through the blinds
The Room Where Dreams Go Quiet There’s a room where dreams go quiet. You can hear the hush before they sleep. The floorboards creak like tired thoughts,
