White candle burning in the darkness, moving flames from time to time, Giving heat, brightness, and light. From the light comes the drunkenness smell,
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
An addiction for every living thing Bodies need it to survive Circulating all around Difficult to hold the intake Existence in every place
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Poets
While I wrote this as a poem, I was thinking of a melody as I wrote it, I consider it's cadence as read to be thought of more alike to those of song lyrics than a traditional poem.
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Poets
as he is and i watch him full of chaos, anger, and love so, we are both alone i then watch the puffing of his chest and when it descends, inevitable
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Away from the hustle of this infuriating city Beyond the honking horns and screaming sirens Cats in heat crying in high decibels outside my window
By Lizz Chambers2 years ago in Poets
For comforts of ease, I will not go quietly. Ambitions like Zeus, beyond big and mighty. With plenty of passion and surprise left in me,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
I sure wish you’d come looking for me crawling through a hangover of bleak misanthropy alone in my thoughts there with no relief
In a poem by Bradley J. Nordell, he said, “The creak of an old house isn’t just wood settling, but the tiredness of being.” I felt those words so deep down it wasn’t just bone-deep, it was soul-deep.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews2 years ago in Poets
Every existence is beautiful beyond compare. From monarch butterflies and lavender scents. The joyful sounds that mother nature brings to us.
By Cathy Deslippe2 years ago in Poets
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
For this is the mountain I choose to live on it’s an arduous climb, still on I must go tentative vulnerability controls
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
