If I told you your eyes light the crescent moon, if I said it’s your smile that warms the new day, if I swore that your voice makes the nightingale swoon,
By Cathy holmes6 months ago in Poets
I speak with chalk, a lantern in the haze, Its fragile flame against a restless storm; A hundred eyes reflect my fleeting blaze,
By Sara Little6 months ago in Poets
Love’s casino has winners and losers. A raucous roulette wheel spinning around. Where it lands depends on how one chooses,
By Star Love Grey6 months ago in Poets
How exquisite you are, Dreamcatcher...A Dreamweaver so divine Adorned in lovely dainty symbols, waving gently in the breeze
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets
How much I wish to venture, in the darkest roads of my fear, nailing down the steep of adventure, from a trail map of closures to clear,
By Parvathi J6 months ago in Poets
How long ago- this moment captured here In the sunny park when our fathers danced One turning the other like swing step pros
By Judah LoVato6 months ago in Poets
The moonlight drifts in logarithmic thought through blooming shores of blue Forget-Me-Nots —a skeleton adrift upon a yacht
By Pamela Williams6 months ago in Poets
Waxen candles sing, morning breaks the day, Supple spines release, molten marrow streams; Each drop becomes a pearl of light at play,
By Aaron Richmond6 months ago in Poets
The imaginations of childhood, For so long praised. But what happens when you reach adulthood, And from those fantasies our expectations are raised?
By Sarah O'Grady6 months ago in Poets
For so long now I’ve felt tethered. Like a kite that’s been held down by a string. Between rose coloured imaginations floating like childhood feathers -
The contours of your face torment my mind A palinopsia, sketched from times of love When eye to eye our fiery bodies clawed
By Simon Aylward6 months ago in Poets
Love is a dark drug known to paralyze. Addictive, submissive, and craving more, til harsh reality's sobering cries. Pangs beg for more like a street-walking whore.
