Embracing your shadows is my greatest regret; Conquered so easily in an infinite moment. Lost. Lured. Locked away— I still see spectral hues.
By Em Lark2 years ago in Poets
We face daily fears. Overcoming them is very rare, you see. Little to us, little do. We sit here in our safety zone. Our fears walking as if a living being.
By Fiona Greene2 years ago in Poets
The gloomy shadow of the moon moves silently, It rinses across enormous regions of Earth. As night begins to creep in, the light wanes.
By gohar gohar2 years ago in Poets
Every year— or year and one half— the same: celestial superseding of yin and yang, light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame.
By Jennifer A. G.2 years ago in Poets
I stand beneath the winking of shaded heavens, holding fast to the brilliance of the moon As it seizes me within its gravity and pulls me to its core
By A_Skeleton_Speaks2 years ago in Poets
Eventually she’ll concede defeat. Capitulating under my furry feet (just go with it, you know I don’t have thumbs). Looking into my sparkling eyes,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Enigma of the heavens as sun and moon Chase each other across the sky, and every so often the Lovers meet, their bodies touch, their lips lock, entwined
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
eyne turn upwards as the espousal of sonne and mone begins champaign where the average chapman and compeer meet, with the peeler, the peterman, picaroon, poltroon and piepowder on the back of a palfrey
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Euclidian ellipses Conjure circumnavigational collusions — coincidences, Lending lustrous Interactive interventions, invocations intersecting
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Encroaching Shadow, glorious Midnight Sun Come forth, Luna, for Sol's time is done! Let us see–however brief–Your sable face
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Poets
Each morning, as the world comes slowly back into focus, she re- calibrates; striving to find a sense of purpose in the life she is fighting bitterly to forge, brick-by-brick, arduous, often thankless work.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Poets
