Nothing like bedtime, free from the past and future. So much more to do.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
It comes on in waves, no respite, ever given, the day continues.
Two troubled souls racing, through the hourglass of time Searching there for love, but seldom to ever find. A dog ran to catch a ball, while a girl chased him slightly behind.
By Josephis K. Wade2 years ago in Poets
spiderweb compass hailing the vanilla mould of your blackened heart --
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Surrogate lives lived Behind cobwebbed curtains where We’re still together
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Poets
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
