Introduction A sonnet, I think you know what it's about. The song is "They Murdered The Clown" by Graham Parker, it's in my top ten songs of all time, and I identify with a lot of the words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
I walked where golden afternoons once stayed, Their whispers clung like sunlight to the leaves. But dusk arrived—the tender hues decayed,
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets
Falling in love had never been the plan - So finely stitched and perfect was his face, She never knew if he was mask or man,
By Phar West Nagle3 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
To my dear friends I have never met And probably never will ever meet Because soon you will either be dead Or I would have become too Ill to see
By Sara Elizabeth Joyce3 months ago in Poets
Have you ever seen the face of a star? Wreathed in luminous robes of hubris Flames encircle her like brushstrokes Legends locked in her Grimoire
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
When storms within begin to rise and roar, And all the world turns shadowed, loud, and wide, One simple act can still my shaky core—
By Tennessee Garbage3 months ago in Poets
You're quiet on the surface but I see your reflection, You close yourself off but I see the charade, You have light in your eyes, you hide your affection,
By Dylan 3 months ago in Poets
attempt at conveying motion through phonetics
By Jace Cartwright3 months ago in Poets
When amber leaves drift down from twilight skies,
 They gild the earth in melancholy flame;
 Yet shadows stretch, where ghostly whispers rise,
By Christian Bass3 months ago in Poets
You run and I’ll chase, I’m sick of this game your rings, my books on a bedside table, loving me always, even unstable, darkness is nothing to a twin flame.
By Chloe Corcoran3 months ago in Poets
