Every Teardrop Cry’s in Vain Every teardrop cry’s in vain, they scatter into dust. The earth absorbs them quickly, and never gives reply.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Follow the tune of the raven song into the shadows you'll find the slumbering Truth. Porcelain masks and magic mirrors there is no hiding from them here.
By Rae Janney4 months ago in Poets
The Fallen Star I saw a star fall behind the hills, it cracked the night with silver light, its edges bent like old promises,
Gypsy Boys and Fathers The boys run barefoot over broken stones, their laughter sharp as the smell of smoke, their fathers watch from cracked doorways,
Deadly Spider in My Car The spider claims the car at night. It waits where the visor folds, thick body swollen with venom,
Tears Wash Away the Hurt Tears wash away the hurt, roll gently down my face. Carry with you the weight, that words cannot release.
In that brilliant Caribbean light we took his body to a wall (a unique burial; all for respect and faith made right). My mother spoke to the priest
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
Catching the Wind I lift my hands in play, and chase what cannot stay. Catching the wind they call it, a game that never ends.
A leaf falls away, A dream fades into nothing, The forest's mood shifts.
By Liam Storm4 months ago in Poets
Walking on Broken Glass Walking on broken glass the silence cuts deeper than the glass every step a reminder of what was once whole
A whispering wind, Whipped through the winding walkway, Of the Willow Woods.
A tree sheds its leaves, Like a lizard with its skin, To grow stronger still.
