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As Apollo, So Too I
Would there be anyone else I'd choose than him Apollo, leader of the muses, nine goddesses of music, poetry, and archery
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
my second life
I alone venture to the places where nobody dares to glance where I witness the sight of ugliness or shame suppressed deep within revealing itself here I witness strips of exquisite beauty concealed beneath a veil of grey there is much to be said about these neglected gardens and weathered walls adorned with worn-out blue wooden doors that stretch along desolate side streets unseen by others it is only me captivated by the peculiar afternoon light casting eerie shadows upon the cemetery of forsaken souls poised to embark on yet another journey devoid of even a glimmer of hope
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-3
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-2
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered
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
When breath becomes air
When strength walks away unretrievable and far the mind keeps lacking that sway everything is in chaos and war A soul bleeds from scar
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Black And White
Sitting in the darkness, adorned in black, My mind consumed by dark thoughts, swirling like a flock of ravens in the field.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
9/16/24
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
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Resilience of the Human Spirit
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
Fear and the Fight Within
Fear stands like a shadow deep in the night, A whispering voice that dims your light, It creeps through the cracks of a hopeful heart,
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
Connecting the dot
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets