Eagle’s soaring over a barren field, eyes fixated toward her decent Claws extend as she swoops, out of the dirt cloud she rises as the rattlesnake dangles in flight.
By Kristine Milewski2 years ago in Poets
Eh? Again? Already—soon to come—right now? …Like last time. Cimmerian we all become for a moment or several. Like a being in aphotic waters, hearing mum-mum-mumblings of shadows.
By K. Kocheryan2 years ago in Poets
everything begins to happen within the change of the seasons. change becomes you when you put the work in to become a different version of yourself.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
Easily without much thought we gaze into the pain, intentionally, we succumb to the mysticism & allure to a more or less routine moment in astrological time.
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
Extra ways to heal myself by climbing up this hill. Cutting out the toxic people that caused my tears. Like all the bad seeds are gone from my anxious life.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse Certain signs of wonder Living through history Influencing the prophets of evil Proposing great mystery Sending its ring to Earth down Under
By K.I.M.2 years ago in Poets
Life is a journey Infinite in its possibilities Full of twists and turns Ever-changing and evolving
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
Early morning dawned and Brother Sun peered out across the celestial sky, drinking in the beauty and harmony of the beginning of a new day.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Every morning we are born again, what we do today is what matters most. C's in life; Choices, Chances, Changes Learn this from water; loud splashes the brook but the oceans' depth are calm
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Poets
Encumbered by your putdowns and doubts Confidence has evaded me Leveled is my heart and self love I want to run but I yearn to hold you close
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Ensnared moon Cased in your coffin black Lights radiance blanketed in gloom In awe I’m akin to Lots wife and look back Pain not blindness on eye contact
Eat of the cymbals, drink of the drum. Celestial mystics, force a kingdom come. Libation falls, deliver cosmic troth. Immaculate sons, silent mother hands her cloth.
By Sam Vela2 years ago in Poets
