Dank taste of blood coupled with a musky odor. Vision is blurred by mundane darkness, Tender feeling throat swallowing distress,
By Sid Aaron Hirjiabout a year ago in Poets
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
As day begins its final bow, And shadows stretch and grow, A canvas painted hues of gold, A sight to behold, a story told.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
In the playground's laughter, I stood on the edge, A silent observer, While shadows danced around me. Words like stones,
By Edina Jackson-Yussif about a year ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
