Introduction I saw this word on Pointless tonight. If you don't know what Pointless is check out this story: I wanted to record this word, and the best way is in a new poetic form for me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
You're not boring, I left, and now I regret it, I was young, dumb, stupid, and scared, Saying it now, it all sounds pathetic,
By Dylan 4 months ago in Poets
Introduction Another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet Here. The music is "Entangled" from "A Trick Of The Tail" by Genesis
I do not love you like I say I do, yet I smile and laugh along the way, because if the truth is revealed to you my heart would not last for another day.
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
The pulsing calls in waves, softly. Constant. I know hands are for forging. Feeling. I kept you like a secret. Safely. I know arms are for holding. Healing.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
I grab my bag and keys, put on my boots, slip the straps behind my head, adjust, and give my nose a pinch to fold the wire.
By Dane BH4 months ago in Poets
After the death of Kayumars, the throne passed to his grandson, Hushang. He sat upon the throne of kingship and began to build and prosper his realm.
By ALI ABBASI4 months ago in Poets
Introduction A sonnet, I think you know what it's about. The song is "They Murdered The Clown" by Graham Parker, it's in my top ten songs of all time, and I identify with a lot of the words.
I walked where golden afternoons once stayed, Their whispers clung like sunlight to the leaves. But dusk arrived—the tender hues decayed,
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
Falling in love had never been the plan - So finely stitched and perfect was his face, She never knew if he was mask or man,
By Phar West Nagle4 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
To my dear friends I have never met And probably never will ever meet Because soon you will either be dead Or I would have become too Ill to see
By Sara Elizabeth Joyce4 months ago in Poets
