Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
From my kingdom the sin of greed is born: I heard said from an odd dream long ago That I seldom collect how it end, though
By Octovo Libra 6 months ago in Poets
Life is short, the philosophers say Whatever its term, it ends quickly No matter how much you fight or pray . It will last forever until one day
By Pitt Griffin6 months ago in Poets
the dominoes stood ready, anticipating a single moment to begin so they may fall one by one at each other's side. i dare to ask a question,
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Raindrops spatter spring leaves and dampen the forest floor, Lightning flashes precede the echo of a thunderous boom, Raging storms unleash the piquant aroma of petrichor,
By Thomas Durbin6 months ago in Poets
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry