In crowded rooms where voices blend, The hum of life is just a trend, Yet hidden tales in whispers pass,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
A list of demands on parchment sprawls, With ink that grips the heart’s own calls, “More time,” it pleads, “and endless grace,”
We build snowmen, as if fashioning our better selves, creating magic, despite knowing the fragility of it all.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
The precipice - fourteen to life The future is uncertain, but today - today is for eating cake.
Sometimes I wonder if this was a real place, or if I was a real person, or if I am living in a dream.
Cobweb: cob·web | \ ˈkäb-ˌweb n: something that entangles, obscures, or confuses A life’s work, a masterpiece, fallen to ruin.
Of all the things you could see from that mountaintop perch, the future was not one of them. Would it have mattered if you could?
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Murdr'ing minister, man has no milk, let alone one of kindness to Amend the agony that attends the crevice under my rib cage where a raven's croaked chastisement replaces dove's song, where serpent deflowers
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Intoxicated and heeding a god Divine speech rolling off a mortal tongue In the form of paradoxes most odd And gnomic riddles, whispered, screamed or sung
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Standing as I gazed out across the fjord at Ekeberg, I beheld the sky turn red as that of the blood that runs through my veins
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
