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🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊 The Cracking Of Ice On A Frozen Pond Under A Grey Sky The Sun Is Now Gone 💦❄️💦 Icicles Dripping The Sound Of Water Branches Are Frozen Then They Snap, Splinter 💦❄️💦 Snow Crunch Underfoot Finally It Melts Turning Into Slush Freezes To Ice Hell 💦❄️💦 See Ice Shards Splinter This, The Sound Of Winter 🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
When I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes, the world dissolves, When I close my eyes, my spirit evolves. Memories drift like clouds in the sky,
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Poets
Beacon
In the dark where shadows creep, A light stands tall, its promise deep. Through storm and night, it casts its flame, Guiding the lost who whisper your name.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Poets
Routine Surprises
Surprises become part of the routine Shocks shrug and slide into the perennial Grass soft with life under a dewy sheen Turns silver, brittle--extraterrestrial
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Poets
Beautiful People
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Oh lantern on the post
Oh lantern on the post, be my beacon. Guide me to safer shores where you reside. Let your golden light soak into my skin;
By Callum Summers4 months ago in Poets
Lighten up, Shakespeare
In the dark musty streets of London town A man scribes in blood, under a link boys glow. Capturing crowds, with mad princes and clowns
By Simon Aylward4 months ago in Poets
A Lantern Through The Mists…
A well-trod road beneath my feet A path I know as well as my own face Mist curls thick, an old friend to greet In this wild and desolate place
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Wars We Survive
A poem for those who’ve watched the world turn away from truth — and still choose to speak. Change doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it starts with a whisper that refuses to die.
By Lila (Poetry)4 months ago in Poets
Eternal Love
I searched for love in places worn and wide in books and cafés, and in strangers' eyes. A restless heart with far too much to hide,
By Emilie Turner4 months ago in Poets
She runs, runs, runs
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
Love my Children to never have them
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets