Lazy Zara Tumbletown Zara wakes when the morning is tired, sunlight slipping through half closed eyes, her hair a wild and laughing mess,
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
His cries rise and the three older boys laugh. They yell down at him, the child, wrapped in an eggshell blanket, bundled on the ground.
By Guia Nocon5 days ago in Poets
There is no clean. No bomb blast big enough to burn this grit away. * The tongue licks decay off the sharp teeth. Teeth clacks
The Pattern of an Artist Circles whisper into circles, quiet echoes stitched in thought, colour leans against colour, as if it knows where it belongs.
Prose ain't my thing. so many rules to follow dot your i's comma before end quote I'll be lost in grammatical nightmares
By Lolly Vieira5 days ago in Poets
The Haunting of a Newly Built House. The paint is fresh, the walls stand proud, no history carved in wood or stone, yet something breathes within these halls,
The morning whispers softly, through the veil of mist, A promise of new journeys, by sunlight kissed. Mountains stand in silence, rivers carve their way,
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Poets
Like Saint John of the Cross, I chased him through the Burrough That mahogany night, All the prayers heard from open windows
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 days ago in Poets
Beneath the fading glow of twilight skies, I wander through memories, where silence lies. Each step upon the earth whispers a tale,
The soft shuttering of wings, like lips upon a cloud approach the light; that singular call. A beckoning like a blaze, a heat like an embrace,
By Amanda Starks5 days ago in Poets
***** It's been years since you passed away. An odd fact that I forgot. That is, until one day, it appeared. Showing signs of wear, thankfully, no rot.
By Rain Dayze5 days ago in Poets
Oh, I wish it wasn’t Monday. How many times have I said that? How many Sunday nights do I spend dreading my limited freedom for the next 5 days?
By Gabriel Shames5 days ago in Poets
