whispering spirits dwell within the solemn winds of mercy, crossing vast prairies and deep canyons, returning to a source.
By Lamar Wiggins4 months ago in Poets
Sumptuous thoughts float and surface, Undulating to shake their way a pace. Flitter and tempt in grandeur asunder, Golden chain evoking a hunger.
By S. Rae4 months ago in Poets
Laughter echoes against the walls, The dominoes fall. "Again, again!" Shout the children. Blankets scattered across the floor
By Ashley Lima4 months ago in Poets
Stuck at the soles of my feet, she follows me, And it's hard to discern just whose destiny is predetermined. Decisive steps and movements made;
You intoxicate me like champagne A bright, lurid, lucid pull A longing gulp emptied into my wanting soul As tides spin in the baritone of a promise on your lips, my name
By Insouciant Ennui4 months ago in Poets
When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait
By Joe O’Connor4 months ago in Poets
Curiosity kills the cat, but feeds the child. Collecting rocks from the forest Sorting them into categories Before ever knowing the definition of metamorphic.
Hope comes easy in basking sunlit hours, When under short-shadowed trees, shade meets light, And dazzled lovers forget to fear night,
By Hannah Moore4 months ago in Poets
Even the smallest light glimmers in the dark Love is smothered by indifference, not hate Only by nothingness do the fires of love abate
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
Sonnet: The Lantern and the Shadow I held your name like flame within my chest, A flicker dancing through the hush of years, Its warmth a balm, its glow a soft unrest— A light that drew both laughter and my tears.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Poets
Glass saints offer fragile benediction Diffusing the son’s light in varied hues Base desires hide behind soft diction Candle bearing children feed a dark muse
By Sean A.4 months ago in Poets
I count the steps I take for you, but why? Most dear to me, the ones that bring you back. Perhaps with you I know what joy feels like;
By J. Nicholas Merchen4 months ago in Poets
