We spoke in sparks that lit the darkest skies, Our laughter stitched the silence into flame. But time grew teeth, and distance sharpened lies, Until your voice became a stranger’s name.
By Carolina Borges6 months ago in Poets
Poetry speak of the wind in the trees And sings on of earth's sublime, steady breath, And bells in the soul a-tolled by that breeze -
By Gabriel Huizenga6 months ago in Poets
whispering spirits dwell within the solemn winds of mercy, crossing vast prairies and deep canyons, returning to a source.
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Poets
Sumptuous thoughts float and surface, Undulating to shake their way a pace. Flitter and tempt in grandeur asunder, Golden chain evoking a hunger.
By S. Rae6 months ago in Poets
Laughter echoes against the walls, The dominoes fall. "Again, again!" Shout the children. Blankets scattered across the floor
By Ashley Lima6 months ago in Poets
Stuck at the soles of my feet, she follows me, And it's hard to discern just whose destiny is predetermined. Decisive steps and movements made;
You intoxicate me like champagne A bright, lurid, lucid pull A longing gulp emptied into my wanting soul As tides spin in the baritone of a promise on your lips, my name
By Insouciant Ennui6 months ago in Poets
When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait
By Joe O’Connor6 months ago in Poets
Curiosity kills the cat, but feeds the child. Collecting rocks from the forest Sorting them into categories Before ever knowing the definition of metamorphic.
Hope comes easy in basking sunlit hours, When under short-shadowed trees, shade meets light, And dazzled lovers forget to fear night,
By Hannah Moore6 months ago in Poets
Even the smallest light glimmers in the dark Love is smothered by indifference, not hate Only by nothingness do the fires of love abate
By Natasja Rose6 months ago in Poets
Sonnet: The Lantern and the Shadow I held your name like flame within my chest, A flicker dancing through the hush of years, Its warmth a balm, its glow a soft unrest— A light that drew both laughter and my tears.
By Ceaser Greer Jr6 months ago in Poets
