Ethereal child —hide behind my eyes Carmine — dipped in scenes of crime against me ©️ Love so incandescent, froze within cries
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Poets
Introduction A poem about something reminding you of someone you love. The music is "Sunflowers" by ArtMusic. I Saw A Field Of Sunflowers
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
My heart pounds wild, enraptured by your flame; Can it be true—your smile a sovereign crown? Its light ignites the shadows, calls your name,
By Donna K6 months ago in Poets
Heaven opened up before the steeple. Fragments of grace appear upon the lawn. Shining in the hearts of all the people Who felt the silence when your soul moved on.
By Ashley Lima6 months ago in Poets
There’s a lonely cricket outside my window, Its mates now lost to the beckoning fall. Does it sing to the wind or does the wind blow
By C. Rommial Butler6 months ago in Poets
Once bathed in light, your smile could banish night, Yet shadows linger where your footsteps fade, My heart recalls your warmth, once burning bright,
By Sarah-Jayne Hucks6 months ago in Poets
You were the dawn, I darkness at the gate, Our hearts conspired where heaven drew its line, The stars bore witness to our tangled fate, Your light was lost, yet still it once was mine.
Four white walls surround me, so tall and white. So white that, for some reason, I am able to imagine the corners meeting in black
By Tor Branch6 months ago in Poets
Remember. Light days spent playing, Listening to adults talk. Running and hiding and screaming and Sometimes crying.
By Phoenixica246 months ago in Poets
Should I not feel pretty as a picture, dancing in elegance A scripture'd goddess, walking in divinity and grace...loved The wind soothing my soul...being my own muse...envied
By Antoni De'Leon6 months ago in Poets
Oh my dear God. I know I am guilty of such black sin My soul is racked with grief at the very core of my being I feel it dancing like nails on my wicked conscience
The world around me shrinks and stills And this ancient husk of mine does creak No more valiant stroke or daring feat
By Joe O’Connor6 months ago in Poets
