Cumulous clouds lowly in the sky owning themselves until the downpour of rain is over and the sunshine returns.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Wispy cloud floating by the moon waving Bye.
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Clubbing Through the Ages In days of old, within cave walls, our ancestors wielded clubs, each thud a rhythm of survival,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Sunshiny days under the sun not allowing any clouds sitting around blocking its' rays having its' natural light shining
Fragments of the unknown A face unravels, torn and split, Eyes adrift where shadows sit. A bird with wings of fractured light,
Look what you've done‐ If only, you had your own eyes to see the Hell you've curated... all that you've brought to ruin,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
You Paint In Lies You paint in colours born of lies, I paint the same one in black and white. Yours shimmer with a false sunrise,
Used Ai for the first time to turn my poem into a song It didn't sound wrong It's was so crazy to me It actually sounded good you’ll see
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
tenderly I whisk milk and sugar to a beautiful simmer of soft bubbles I carefully temper the temperamental eggs which just love
The most beautiful self portraits I have ever made are the ones painted in the softest of pink skin that freckles in the sunlight
