At an Ekphrastic poetry group tonight I wrote this poem. _______________ A constant companion hands to keys my fingers type
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY11 months ago in Poets
illusion - The Veil That Clouds Our Life ✨ - We walk through life with eyes so bright, Yet often, dear, we lose our sight.
By PRABAL TR PRO11 months ago in Poets
Simply soup adorns my walls Soup above the couch, soup in the halls Cream of chicken by the phone So I can see soup while I make calls
By C.Z.11 months ago in Poets
To be the favorite son of a god And boil with resentment and bitter bile Seems singularly perverse, passing odd The outraged quest for revenge does defile
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Your husband, Nicolas advised a king Royal gold lending luster to his name Your’s overshadowed by pendant and ring Known only as wife in your brushstoked fame
By Sean A.11 months ago in Poets
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
Another piece inspired by Nancy Elizabeth Prophet. Her art has truly inspired me, 4 poems thus far... I hope each of you will read about this amazing sculptress. I will leave a few links below for you. <3
S/He who walks between worlds, Tekahionwake S/He who looks out for t(he)i(r) own advantage, always Deacon of death, despair, and deception
By Wen Xiaosheng11 months ago in Poets
"The Way Ahead" The sky is vast, the road is long, and the heart's guide is a million steps. Every morning brings a fresh opportunity,
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Poets
"Echoes That Fade" As time passed silently, the nights became too still and the days got longer. We used to have hopes, love, and laughing, but now there is a lingering stillness that is ripped apart.
