I, the partner of this joyous realm, walk barefoot on galaxies, collecting stardust from the hem of your skirts, turning it into verses that tumble like fireworks in the night.
By Forest Greenabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Am I therefore? Between the skin and air Did I build lights within? Visions of a different song Haunted by what I once was
By KuroHoshiabout 19 hours ago in Poets
I was your perfect alibi Never did lie Choosing silence Hid your violence Violet was my favorite hue Black eyes changed view
By Tina D. Lopezabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Lazy Zara Tumbletown Zara wakes when the morning is tired, sunlight slipping through half closed eyes, her hair a wild and laughing mess,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 20 hours ago in Poets
His cries rise and the three older boys laugh. They yell down at him, the child, wrapped in an eggshell blanket, bundled on the ground.
By Guia Noconabout 20 hours ago in Poets
There is no clean. No bomb blast big enough to burn this grit away. * The tongue licks decay off the sharp teeth. Teeth clacks
The Pattern of an Artist Circles whisper into circles, quiet echoes stitched in thought, colour leans against colour, as if it knows where it belongs.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 21 hours ago in Poets
Prose ain't my thing. so many rules to follow dot your i's comma before end quote I'll be lost in grammatical nightmares
By Lolly Vieiraabout 21 hours ago in Poets
The Haunting of a Newly Built House. The paint is fresh, the walls stand proud, no history carved in wood or stone, yet something breathes within these halls,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 22 hours ago in Poets
The morning whispers softly, through the veil of mist, A promise of new journeys, by sunlight kissed. Mountains stand in silence, rivers carve their way,
By Ibrahim about 22 hours ago in Poets
Like Saint John of the Cross, I chased him through the Burrough That mahogany night, All the prayers heard from open windows
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Beneath the fading glow of twilight skies, I wander through memories, where silence lies. Each step upon the earth whispers a tale,
