No matter how much I repent I'll still be the brood of the serpent. On the surface I'm a sheep But I have dragons underneath
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
He said to believe through all the bruises I told me have faith through the fear Whatever you long for You will not find it here
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Rose colored lenses run in my family, So red flags always looked normal. They were lost to me when I was drowning in a tumultuous sea
these tales of torment are a telltale sign, of exactly what they tell- some whisper, and some yell, but these are not stories to sell,
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Your smile spreads a sickle of ivory Over your shadow for a face Chewing into me Even your gaze of lapis lazuli Has teeth, Teasing and tempting
Note - Here is a link for Poppy's Challenge this month. This will be first of a few entries: And I only have one word on my mind...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Starlit moments caught in the breeze are filled with echoes of memories captured in the dark where only the moon can see.
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
I know you've got a head full of ink afraid to feel, so you think and you think as you stare into the sink I kiss your throat with a kitchen knife
Icy gray fingers, like early morning frozen fog twirl my hair like puppet strings, unboxing the blue & broken things.
When I worked in a used bookstore a few years ago, I collected trashed clearance items with permission from my manager. As books were cleared off shelves after a year or so unsold, I chucked title after title into dumpsters out back.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
