I ride beneath a sun that scorches gold, Each mile a prayer, each shadow born of flame. Her whispers haunt the dunes—so soft, so bold,
By Tony Martello5 months ago in Poets
The lamp remembers both its flame and ash; It burns with mercy, yet it knows the night. Old wounds, like embers, flicker when we clash, But tender hands still guard the fragile light.
By Test5 months ago in Poets
The dawn pursues the night across the skies, yet never may they linger, hand in hand; her golden gaze fades when the darkness dies,
By Luna Jordan5 months ago in Poets
“Fueled passion; flames and dies—ash and cinder scattered across the night skies.” The fire once raged, but left its mark in dust,
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
"Ash is the script the flame leaves behind." The fire withdraws, its language bending low, each crackling voice subsides to muted song.
"The earth remembers, and the sky awaits." The roots sink deep where silence keeps its store, they drink the sorrow buried in the clay.
"The branches caught her hair, the storm pulled her on, yet still she pressed toward the light ahead." The branches reach where blossoms once had grown,
"Even the roots knew his name. Even the light bowed to him at dusk." The roots reach down where memory is sown, their tendrils gripping soil with whispered care.
My lover's heart, resuscitates my glow snatching me from the grasp of pain's - dim grave Reigniting this palpating ghost
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
We each have two faces. 🔥💭🌧️✨🌙🕯️🔥💭🌧️✨🌙🕯️🔥💭🌧️✨🌙🕯️🔥💭🌧️✨🌙🕯️🔥💭🌧️ Morning light shines upon his handsome face
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Poets
tell me, when is darkness light and day night or sickness health and well-being ennui? have thy ever-known midnight to be bright
By John Cox5 months ago in Poets
This ancient drum, pounding anew samples the past into a fresh song, where old melodies and original rhythms belong, melting down my core, forging me into something new.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
