Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
For the (Scripting Utopia Unofficial Challenge) By Kayleigh Fraser ✨ Utopia The words are from the Renaissance, they are one of the most change makers.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
We see people everyday, All night and all day. Whether it's family and friends or strangers, We always have favors. The are ones that are quiet and pleasant,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
The color red, Belongs to the dead. To the ones in hell, It is worse than a prison cell. The color yellow Is everyone's fellow.
When I was a little girl I didn't have a friend in the world The neighbor kids were mean The one they always picked on was me
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Poets
The Flat Bridge stretches, a stoic stone spine, Across the Rio Cobre, where shadows entwine. A road to paradise, some may say, But whispers of a dark secret linger by day.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
The flickering gaslight cast an eerie hue, On two unlikely chums, a devil and a dude. Not just any dude, mind you, a fellow draped in black,
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
In a realm where shadows swallow the sun, Where innocence fades and darkness is spun, A world unfolds beneath a sky of lead,
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,
I wonder what to write, I do nothing all day and night. But what lays in front of me, Is a white blank sheet. I try the computer for options,
