Curiosity kills the cat, but feeds the child. Collecting rocks from the forest Sorting them into categories Before ever knowing the definition of metamorphic.
By Ashley Lima6 months ago in Poets
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
Glass saints offer fragile benediction Diffusing the son’s light in varied hues Base desires hide behind soft diction Candle bearing children feed a dark muse
By Sean A.6 months ago in Poets
I count the steps I take for you, but why? Most dear to me, the ones that bring you back. Perhaps with you I know what joy feels like;
By J. Nicholas Merchen6 months ago in Poets
My past is marred by love not true, by pain and loss not understood. So many times I tried anew - it seemed like tests were all I could
By Krysha Thayer6 months ago in Poets
Petals droop under the weight, Leaves ripped from their tether, Sprinting towards the nearest gate, Ducking for cover from the weather,
By Samantha Smith6 months ago in Poets
My love is a love that sees me. Our lips, they are, duality. Speaking the sounds of our heartbeats wanting. They dance, quiver and fold; sometimes even touching.
By Mama Magdalene6 months ago in Poets
in memory of the soul she was before, that foolish, hopeful girl who met a boy, became a broken corpse washed up ashore,
By Mallory Rose6 months ago in Poets
The voice that shaped my childhood spoke in fire, Each word a brand that seared where trust should grow. I learned to hide beneath the thinnest wire,
By Oula M.J. Michaels6 months ago in Poets
I know by chance of lands akin to these, That on a darkling plane do co-abide. (A sadness lingering on every breeze, The touch of frost and loss one feels inside.)
By Conor Darrall6 months ago in Poets
