The wonder of fall is that the gilded patina of heaven reflects perfectly in the boughs of tress that shed their veils
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Universe Listens Ask, but not with hands that take, Not with hunger, not with ache. Speak in trust, in open air, Not in greed, but in a prayer.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
There is a sage green box forgotten in the top of my closet full of trinkets, each one the talisman of a memory.
Cumulous clouds lowly in the sky owning themselves until the downpour of rain is over and the sunshine returns.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Wispy cloud floating by the moon waving Bye.
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Clubbing Through the Ages In days of old, within cave walls, our ancestors wielded clubs, each thud a rhythm of survival,
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
Sunshiny days under the sun not allowing any clouds sitting around blocking its' rays having its' natural light shining
Fragments of the unknown A face unravels, torn and split, Eyes adrift where shadows sit. A bird with wings of fractured light,
Look what you've done‐ If only, you had your own eyes to see the Hell you've curated... all that you've brought to ruin,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
You Paint In Lies You paint in colours born of lies, I paint the same one in black and white. Yours shimmer with a false sunrise,
