The Snow Snow falls quietly at first, soft flakes drifting like they have nowhere to be, then faster, heavier, pressing against the ground,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Fog Fog comes slowly, rolling across the streets and fields, a quiet tide of dark covering everything it touches, softening the edges of houses,
set fire to the sky embers falling to the earth splendor of our worth
By Raine Fielder5 months ago in Poets
Rain Rain comes steady at first, a soft tapping against the roof, then harder, relentless, sliding down the windows, tracing the edges of glass,
The Wind The wind comes early this morning. It slips through the open window, through the cracks in the door. It bends the trees like they are made of water,
The Haunted Mind The mind is haunted. It whispers in corners, flickers in the dark, shadows that no one else can see. Thoughts creep along the edges,
Dis…appear I learned to see in the dark By breathing into the dark I shape sight without light By not needing a response
By Wes Barclift5 months ago in Poets
Killing Thoughts Killing thoughts crawl the edges of the mind. Silent, patient, they wait. They do not shout, they do not strike at once.
The Fragile Soul The soul is fragile, delicate as a leaf in wind, it bends, it twists, it breaks without warning, and the world keeps moving
Madness of the Mind Madness lives in the mind. It slips between thoughts, creeps along the edges, waits for the moment no one is watching.
Haunted Playground The swings move alone in the midnight playground, moonlight glinting on cold chains. Children’s laughter drifts through the dark,
The Black Death The Black Death came silently, creeping through streets and fields, through doors left open, through markets crowded with life.
