Introduction Just a sad poem I had to get out of my system, and I love the amazing work of Bouk De Vries, a wonderful artist.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
This came to me as I was walking to post a card for a very special person. My Muse always inspires my words. The music is "Words" by The Christians, a sad but beautiful song.
Through shadowed trails of a night so deep, The silver wind does wildly sweep. Who snuffed the candle of the skies, Concealing golden, starry eyes?
By Mariana Busarova11 months ago in Poets
Shall I compare thee to a springtime bloom? Thou art more lovely and of subtler grace. Rough winds may shake the buds that April womb,
By Farhad Hossen Fahim11 months ago in Poets
What sort of story would be required To immerse you completely in itself? Would being given all you desired Work, or would that leave too much on the shelf?
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
The dawn will bring the sun to rise again To chase away the dark clouds over head The storm will pass and both our hearts will mend
By Nicole Temple11 months ago in Poets
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadma11 months ago in Poets
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Ali11 months ago in Poets
