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River Song
Those red feathers—crimson? Scarlet? flashing the sky behind you, above your shadow calling to me, swooping your thermal glide,
By Harper Lewisabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Standing Tall in the Fog
I. Standing tall in fog along coastal mountain range. The redwood will strive despite an uncertain fate In the hands of human waste.
By Dean Traylorabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Neuromantic
there are no dreams no pie, no sky no lightning caught in an amber freeze + there are no desires no aimless paths
By Brenabout 24 hours ago in Poets
Exiled
I sat and squandered my pennies on clarat. Hoping for a better day, amid the squabbling of day to day life. No better chance, it was not about the zeitgeist and movement of the day, but a gut feeling of being sick of the conditions I had found myself in, I would not wish it on me worst enemy, I found the strength in my body to return to claim the throne like my forefathers had and melancholically failed, for the time was due, for revolution and death with success, not waste away fighting at ghosts that haunt me like spies.
By Karl McBeathabout 24 hours ago in Poets
Follow The Yellow Brick Road
I hear the little Munchkins' voices saying "Follow the Yellow Brick Road." Tonight, I am following a yellow line to your room.
By Sheila L. Chingwaa day ago in Poets
Empty Eyes. Content Warning.
Empty smiles Under empty eyes Hopeless lusts Pretty lies Forget the world The one outside Forget the world Its endless grind
By Alexander McEvoya day ago in Poets
Who Dwell in My Life
You are the fire that does not scorch but colors the night, a blaze of amber and lilac that brushes the sky’s cheek. In your flames I see the phoenix of my own becoming
By Forest Greena day ago in Poets
roots
these days I'm deeply rooted legs covered in mud outstretched arms reach for silent heavens yet the lack of sunshine no longer makes me frail
By Lolly Vieiraa day ago in Poets
The last stage
It was a long time ago when this started Had no idea where it would end up Needed more information But it seemed like it would never end
By Christopher Bearda day ago in Poets
I broke all the pens
It is our trade we want to defend In some ways we want to make amends Usually there is a message we want to send
By Christopher Bearda day ago in Poets
Moonwater
You found me where the warm lights thin, where midnight folds the blue into a tight seam, where all my guarded edges
By SUEDE the poeta day ago in Poets
"Do You Do Anything But Bitch?"
“‘Have fun,’ they say! As if I wouldn’t already be having fun if I knew how.” “I swear! Even when people try to cheer you up, you play the victim!"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡a day ago in Poets