Autumn has blessed this ravishing trio Kissed their leaves with lips of crimson fire Turned their green chlorophyl to rich Barolo
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The cacophonous calls of the gathering gulls Herald the sentinels' rise from the deep The frigid spray somehow beckons and pulls
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
A mourn arouses its plea as the escapism of amor in stillness breathes, A dream that precedes, a trance that enthralls in its mirth does not cease to deceive.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Even the water wants to preserve this Reflection is its blind way of painting; The world can be a frightened, dumb abyss
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
