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Requiem
Sing me a requiem For the words will be better than mine. Disjointed, unpolished, but all I knew Grief is funny It’s flashes of synchronicity between heart and mind.
By Audrey Larkin5 years ago in Poets
The Power In Words Return
I stopped to ask myself, where have you been all this time? Then I look more closely, at your youth, your vibrancy, your clarity and purpose of mind.
By Stu E5 years ago in Poets
Dearest Catherine:
Dearest Catherine I feel that smile, form Don’t let the lights in my eyes dim... Let my youthful face, drain with wrinkles—
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
somes (suhm•z)
Normal. The idea pushes you forward, stains your tongue red. Normal proceeds to get stuck in hyperspeed and see its way
By caylie hausman5 years ago in Poets
Poetry of the Lizard King
You may know him as Mr. Mojo Risin, the psychedelic rock god of The Doors or you may know him as just a disturbing and strange artist who joined the famed 27 Club with his death on July 3, 1971. Both accounts would be true. Love him or hate him, James Douglas Morrison created a counter culture movement of rage that filled the 60s in stark opposition to the positive message of love from contemporaries John Lennon. Instead, Morrison tapped into the collective conscious of a generation enraged and disturbed by its wars and conspiracies and failures. Its betrayals.
By Bryana 6 years ago in Poets
6 Ways I Overcome Writers Block When it Comes to Poetry.
When it comes to writing, words usually come pretty easy. As true as this statement may be everyone gets hit with cinder blocks that may prevent them from creating a masterpiece.
By Sierra Lynn6 years ago in Poets
dancing air
how does one describe the way the wind dances across a sand dune. imaginative and free, by the name of Nkechi, floating
By Anna-Alexia Basile6 years ago in Poets
Sonnet Three...
~ When your eyes look into mine, I don't know how to feel It's the way that you make me smile that causes my heart to race
By Kylee Cheyanne6 years ago in Poets
Endless Ocean of Love
How would it feel to float In a golden sea of infinite light While recognizing that this ocean of love Is inseparable from the nature of your existence?
By Don Lax6 years ago in Poets
You hurt me the most...When I said No
Readers discretion please be advised - This poem's nature and language might cause upset or trigger. It was me You hurt the most
By Chantelle Wynta6 years ago in Poets
Prose of The Fool
The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.
By Aliciel Alone6 years ago in Poets
Whilst Australia Burns
Water bombing aircraft Assisting fire fighters below. Seemingly have little impact As the fires continue to grow What is the cause of this devastation? Reasons may vary, Cyclical weather patterns, Or of climate change to be wary.
By Ian McKenzie6 years ago in Poets