It was bright then it was dark. The ground is now the sky, because a rock crashed and blinded the sun. Mommy was here,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The path unwinds, a wearying maze, Where shadows dance and sunlight wanes. Hope's fragile flame, a flickering spark, As doubt creeps in, a gnawing dark.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Oh, great and mighty ancient terror of the high seas Untouchable by sword, by spear, even man's harpoon Your nostrils flame, mouth ringed with fearsome teeth
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
In fields of moonlight, where shadows danced, I wove a world of vibrant trance. Castles of cloud, on wispy air, Hope's melody, a whispered prayer.
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
borne at the bottom of a well every breath is progress. hide from the sun and burrow your face into cold bones and sewer
By Carl Ballard Swanson2 years ago in Poets
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
A melody unheard, a whisper in the breeze, First love arrives, on tiptoe, through the trees. A heart that slumbered, wakes with a sudden beat,
(This poem tells the story of a rose, not from the perspective of a human admirer, but from the rose itself, exploring its duality of beauty and defense.)
