Sonnet

The algorithm of my past
Stone cold beauty like none other, when my eyeballs bleed I see the secrets of color. Life has a morbid way of showing it, but it just does.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Mother
My mothers tone is nothing like home, other women is far more kind than she lets on, If mothers are nurturing, why are her hands so cold,
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
The Rekindled Hope for Life
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Time's Triand
In the shadow of the past, where lessons lie, We glean the truths that time can’t deny. From echoes of yesteryears, wisdom springs, Guiding our hearts as the past softly sings.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Full Disclosure
Full Disclosure Your fair-weather friends / Flew south for the season. Their migration second nature / Still, it smacked of treason.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ass-Soul Ass-Sole
Photo by 2 Bull Photography on Unsplash Assholes abound even on Medium Some even assert to have reached thousands Souls and more souls, necklace of tedium
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout a year ago in Poets
The Fog of War
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
To The Shores Of Magic
Introduction This is a love poem for my Muse sharing thoughts of the sea and magic. To The Shores Of Magic 🏝️🌊🧜‍♀️⛵♎💜♉⛵🧜‍♀️🌊🏝️ We Know We're Too Beautiful For These Times Let Us Go Together, Aboard A Ship We Deserve Somwhere Perfectly Sublime Come, Let Us Sail To The Shores Of Magic ⛵💜⛵ What Will We Find On Those Mystic Beaches To Meet There With Venus And Poseidon The Places Where The Great Ocean Reaches And Mermaids Play In The Beautiful Sun 🧜‍♀️💜🧜‍♀️ Here We Will Find Our Very Own Island To Lay On The Beach Watching Dolphins Play Are They Selkies About To Shed Their Skin? On These Shores Of Magic And Mystery 🌊💜🌊 We've Found This Heavenly Place Together And Here We'll Happily Stay Forever 🏝️🌊🧜‍♀️⛵♎💜♉⛵🧜‍♀️🌊🏝️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets