Who am I today? Who am I tomorrow? What breaking wave will swallow me whole? What moment of stillness will I try to behold?
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
To be, or not to be, that is the question —William Shakespeare (Hamlet) * To be, or not to be; that is the question. The only question that encompasses
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
an exquisite indulgence wanting taste buds ready to embrace a performances of culinary creations first act earl grey tea
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Self-portrait of artist Artemisia Gentileschi Dear Tassi, When I painted Susanna and the Elders some years ago
By Tracy Kreuzburg 2 years ago in Poets
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
"Silken Sonatas: Threads of Destiny" In the tapestry of fate, threads entwine, Silken sonatas, a melody divine. Each thread a choice, a path to take,
By EDWARD LIKONDI2 years ago in Poets
