Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
Introduction A villanelle for my wonderful Muse. The music is "King Of Morning, Queen Of Day" by Horslips which has influenced some of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
You’re my hedonism Your kisses have saved me From my isthmus of sorrow You indulge my whims And I hang on your words Forever tied together
I used to imagine your face I used to look for you in every place I used to wonder what you were doing But then I realized it was all a waste
Introduction This villanelle is inspired by the painting by VVzyk that you can see here The music is VVzyk performing "May It Be" composed by Enya
Verse 1: Life is a journey with twists and turns, Sometimes we soar, sometimes we burn. Life is a challenge with goals and dreams,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
