The Mouth of Earth The soil splits, the ground is raw. A mouth appears, with teeth of stone. It yawns, it growls, it swallows deep.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The River of Black Glass It runs beneath, the broken hills. A river wide, of shattered glass. Its surface shines, with frozen fire.
The Dead Awake The grave is cracked, the stones are torn. The lids of wood, are split and raised. The earth exhales, the soil shakes.
The Tower of Silence It stands alone, above the waste. The tower black, against the sky. Its walls are smooth, no door is seen.
The Gate of Ash The gate is wide, yet no one dares enter. Its towers burn, without a flame. The ground is black, the stones are torn.
first light my coffee cools as I braid patience thin, five strands, five tries, five counted breaths already frayed. you say…
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I remember days gone by like the pages in a book, Like the continual change in seasons, we see every day, Would I still do them again if I had the chance today?
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
Morning Bells at school The schoolyard wakes, the morning hums. Children spill, like light through doors. Shoes click on stone, voices climb high.
The Watcher of Bones He waits where rivers turn to stone. The watcher keeps, the field of bones. His eyes are hollow, carved by fire.
Swimming in Your Veins The river calls swim, and I obey. Feet slip fast, across the bones. Water curls, it pulls, it sings.
Paper Boats We fold our dreams, in paper boats. Each crease is sharp, yet holds a wish. The stream receives them, gentle, quick.
I trace your laughter drifting on the breeze, Soft echoes dancing through the twilight air; Each whisper stirs the silence in the trees,
By Zakari Runge4 months ago in Poets
