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,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Used Ai for the first time to turn my poem into a song It didn't sound wrong It's was so crazy to me It actually sounded good you’ll see
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
tenderly I whisk milk and sugar to a beautiful simmer of soft bubbles I carefully temper the temperamental eggs which just love
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The most beautiful self portraits I have ever made are the ones painted in the softest of pink skin that freckles in the sunlight
Whispers of his life In the whispers of his life, A tale unfolds, both tender and wise. Each moment a chapter, cherished and bright,
By day, and by night my sweat runs cold, while my chest, burns hot, friction burns scar my heart‐ To no limit, my thoughts write chaos as my fortune‐
Twinkling above allowing stories to be told to us all. (Note: I know I am over a few syllables, but this one sounds better.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Stars that are twinkling turning on the night sky allowing us to see and read the stories as they soar across the sky.
A large star glowing all night mostly look over you.
Millions of years old opportunities to view opposite of the sun nocturnal views.
The awakening to a suffocating void of absolute darkness hands are clenched body is curled tight Unsettled Where am I? Who am I?
By Jess Sabout a year ago in Poets
