The Mausoleum cries its silence O' beheaded moment And now, you are a dream in the dark O' Star Silken black gloves no more to the touch
By John Scipioabout 7 hours ago in Poets
They creep into your unexpected moments Some you welcome with warmth and a grateful smile Others...you wish would stay buried...
By Novel Allenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
This Poem Slowly Enters the Man's Atmosphere While He is Tormented by the music of 'A Funeral March of Marionette' by Charles Gounod
By John Scipioabout 8 hours ago in Poets
in Palestine, the morning begins with prayer, AllÄhu akbar a single thread rising through the smoke, weaving a tapestry of worshipâ
By Sara Littleabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Have you ever thought about our existence here? Ever thought about the cycles that come round, again and again, throughout our lives?
By David Muñozabout 9 hours ago in Poets
The Life You Do Not Show There is a life you keep within you, Untouched by what the world can see, A deeper current moving slowly,
By Georgeâs Girl 2026 about 11 hours ago in Poets
A word Hanging on my lips Echoes A siren in my brain Did I say it? ... Again Again ... Three words - Three lies Eternal Resting Place
By Sasha Desideriabout 12 hours ago in Poets
I walked the ridgelines where old homesteads stood, remains of houses half-hidden in wild growth, and in vine, I felt something beyond my solitude
By Tim Carmichaelabout 12 hours ago in Poets
At last, Geaâs soul recognizes itself in a silence so thick it almost has weight, as if the world had been holding its breath
By Lorena Alonsoabout 15 hours ago in Poets
I was born into a life, I wouldnât have chosen for myself. Criticized, and judged; they were just somethings I always felt.
By Alaine Hayabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Good memories bloom with a smile under the sunshine. They are beauty in the petals but they fall by the wind: the gust of my trauma,
By Caitlin Charltonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Feelings return to those who own them. đ§ đŒđđđ They pay me to feel. This is my work. They hire me. So they feel nothing.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 17 hours ago in Poets
