O Dionysus, breaker of chains, I sing not for the meek, the tamed, the gelded— But for the wolves who howl against the night, Who…
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people are our real legacy; one day sure, entire poems shall have been forgotten, while remains a phrase or a feeling drawn from wells deeper…
1 CommentSlabs of stone Greet the morning sun Or is it the Sun That warms their cold Thawing the shiver Of their last moments Bringing…
1 Commentthere was a time when thoughts were pencilled in by flashlight or nightlight well after the house has shut down for the night there was…
2 CommentsAfter reading Blue’s ordeal, which is representative of the experience of many on other such poetry sites, a little hilarious write that is not…
1 CommentWhen a poet takes up arms their quill is orphaned quick though the pen is mightier the sword some bards will pick however just…
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2 CommentsA Miscreant Yearns A soul’s cry, released in words— chosen, picked, woven in quiet longing. And there, in articulation, beauty finds its form… The soul,…
1 Commentpot plants 🪴 hapless indulgences animated silences quiver 🪴 hankered imagination ambiguous synapses quibble 🪴 each way you turn each thought you churn new…
1 Commenta poem’s succession There is always a poem waiting— an understudy, breathless in the wings, shadowed by today’s centre stage, its lines trembling, yearning…
1 Commentq u e t c h Tendril wafted dunes of barren sands waffle, swirl across mile upon mile in every direction- your face appears…
1 CommentHair in the wind Brown in the sun Midday-born light— Silken strands of crested corn. Jack was nimble he was quick but he’s not…
1 Commentlong, top-down drives even shirtless-tans sweet strawberry-kisses and glorious watermelon stains laughter lifting through the trees glimpses of sun-blest promises sugar-coated whispers catching in the…
Leave a Commentever onward Each tick of the clock propels me forward Memories play catch dappling light from shadows calling me away again with every breath,…
1 CommentIn the city, the cat walks its first life, a dupe wandering through alleyways, seeking warmth and food from strangers. One night, it follows…
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I know a place of silence Where one can roam about – Touch the height of peace And watch the morning crown. It’s a place…
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We’ll go through the cherry blossoms Watching they dance until they rain onto the street As it was last day of our love You would…
1 CommentDusty roads take me out To the furthest reaches – To places not thought of Way off highway stretches – To the rocky vales where…
Leave a CommentIn the heart of the forest, life thrives in abundance, trees stretch towards the sky, their canopies a verdant tapestry. The air is thick with…
1 CommentEmpathy’s proof is from the brain and that we know for fact And those without empathy are an ever growing pack But everywhere you go…
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