Not the roar, the legion’s din, the storm Of a thousand wings assaulting a lime tree’s crown, That sound is a city, a market’s booming form,
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
As the tempest raged outside The air was warm Condensation formed On windows and bodies alike dripping down the fogged up
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
We need to hug and cuddle to squeeze and snuggle I want to hold you really tight We need to kiss and nibble and tongue and tickle
By Lightning Bolt ⚡7 months ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
How Long Does Grief Echo? “When love lingers in every step, even silence has a heartbeat.” The house was quiet. Too quiet.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
A passionate night we have all by ourselves But I was looking a bit flustered right now Her tight jeans hugged her curves to the point
By Forest Green7 months ago in Poets
Connecting with my love in the most pleasing The way she looks and dress could be the most teasing Looking gorgeous with the jeans that are low waist
