stir the pot thicker than the blood dripping from the thoughts off the top of my head rabble rouser, true art styler, never want to be a hero, rather be the Nero to art
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
born of stardust clever line gives a real sense of direction where this is heading and why the embers of the dying light
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
literary voyeurism deciphering symbolism I want to be the fly on your wall the one you don't notice anymore the one you feed all your
In the city where neon lights glow, Under the steel-gray sky's low, Rain begins its gentle fall, Echoing a digital call.
By Alohan I Rowland2 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Was it ever love or simply limerence. Why did falling in love feel like being pushed into the abyss knowing, and secretly craving, the small death that comes
By Margot2 years ago in Poets
It's this point for which I strive: *** Anger won't make me see red, and an outsider won't have the rights to shift my heart to something wrong
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
As I stand, stand, stand on the brink of somewhere between full throttle breakneck disaster and bust-erecting full potential breaching success
THIS POEM IS SIMPLE BECAUSE LIFE USUALLY IS WE JUST TEND TO COMPLICATE IT LIKE POETRY...
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of night, where shadows dance, A spark ignites in a whispered trance. Its birth is humble, a tender gleam, A flicker of hope in a formless dream.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
I feel like poets make it sound so easy, But when it comes to writing, my brain becomes mushy. I always struggle to find words that rhyme,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
