From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Surrogate lives lived Behind cobwebbed curtains where We’re still together
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Poets
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
When everything fails: Solutions beyond your reach— You are not alone
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
"Thank you mom!" They shriek Wrapping papers flung-- toys tossed Cardboard boxes rule!
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
