Remembering the blues before they died Having been green and purple for a while Athena smiled in my mind with soft pride Pleasing a thought of a nymph with some guile
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is a sonnet requested by a close friend. I need to fit a lot into these fourteen lines to make it extra special. I hope that I can do it justice.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
I am an unknown, unnamed poet, A picture painted from the heart's quiet. Adorned with ornaments of rhyme and flair, A greedy soul for words and their care.
By Mahendra Kumar Beheraabout a year ago in Poets
Today, we invite the rain in for a tea, Hide beneath the warmth that we can see. The drops dance on the glass with fun,
Oh Life! I'll pen a tale of you, Of all your whispers, old and new, The questions you tossed my way each day, I’ll write the answers, come what may.
Maybe some people are better as memories Sometimes they’re just not that interested in you or me Let them flee If they care
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction I see many wooden sculptures, some of the most impressive are the chainsaw sculptures in Pannet Park Whitby which you can see here:
For a moment, I became a dolphin A note in a cool, cobalt symphony Proudly displaying an eternal grin Swimming with effortless alacrity
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
I write my soul To process things outside my control Not everything felt is good It may feel good But some are just a welt
Each word I speak, a thread I weave, A soft-spun chain I can't perceive. It curls around the heart, the soul, Binding tight, yet beyond control.
By Sabelo Ndwandweabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes it’s better to be oblivious Than to be fully aware of the insidiousness that surrounds us Sometimes it’s better to shut one’s eyes
