The art of pragmatism beheld its charm, Expectations and breakdowns walked arm in arm. Captivated by the desire, bound to duty,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
It was the day that… I flew to the moon on dragonfly wings, and snuggled the stars one by one. I was a peddler for the world’s flowers, and delivered them all,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Ask me this once. Bottlebrushes wither over the grass, Carrying weight there, on their bent stalks, my bent back. Do you love me?
By Bella Nerina2 years ago in Poets
As my teeth grind together from the loose starry wind. I hold my breath. In a pause I regulate my breath again but this time bitter. I’m at a loss of words knowing now that my heart is stiffer. But I hold close to the ground. For I know that this is where I lay when I go back to a mound deep within the ground. I will breathe with the earth but my soul will dance with the clouds of Heaven. But when I look now the clouds dance alone with my eyes. I see them satisfied. With my eyes peeled I mutter how I feel.
By Macy2 years ago in Poets
15 February, 2022, past midnight. Metamorphosis Conceal. Don’t show. Don’t let them in, To your world of pain. *** Conceal.
By Cyrus2 years ago in Poets
autodidact, I am beginning to imitate the cacophony of life without direction. each naked moment fragile and fleeting
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
Our clothes are what keep us apart from animals and man. For the flesh that we hold will age with time; that's something we can’t hide behind.
Am I deaf and Blind, sir? Can you tell me that you Did not just say what I heard? My Ears are just Fine. Did you really…?
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I saw your smile, in front of me like a vision. In every photo with happy memories, you appeared in front of me. I came to see you, but you didn’t say a word, you couldn’t listen.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
I want to walk in a dream, To look at what’s inside it. Something good or extreme. I saw a black hole. and fell into it.
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
