From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
1. Sultry and rare in richness, thickness and taste Strut, I strut and swish from the pertness of my fine fine ass Walk filled with My ebony build and proud to display in every which way
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
be as present as a kiss one day the words that I’m forming right now will no longer Exist. Which makes this moment, a dream
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of the night he roams, A thief so skilled, no one can know,
By Temoor Dar2 years ago in Poets
