By Scott Bailey © 2014 A ring of solid light Hovers just above the ground Spinning with infinity Casts glamour all around This is Where the white wolves dance It is said the be the child Of the seed of forbidden fruit Born from secret knowledge Found on a hidden a hidden route Around itContinue reading “Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey”
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Clandestine —You Little Charmer
Let’s meet up And misbehave Then take our secrets To the grave afragilemind.home.blog
Branches —Emotional Notions
We sit and talk as you begin to explain, all of your brokenness from whence it began. I silently listen and don’t interrupt. I feel of it’s essence your beauty of now. For it all has formed you the way you should be, for no one escapes the brokenness tree. ©EN, All Rights Reserved emotionalnotions.wordpress.com
Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat
To my confidant, Ever since I’m in abyss with my thoughts, I’ve conceded this fact that I’m anonymous to many and familiar to none. I’ve been on hiatus for a while. Sometimes, I’m not able to retrieve the exact impression of you but I’m quite tenacious to your distant apparition, and these memories that I’mContinue reading “Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat”
The Quiet Spirit —Ancient Skies
The quiet spirit carries a sense of oceans running within, unlimited beauty yet peaceful and confident, expecting even stronger poems hidden within, the restoration and rest. Ancient Skies Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies
NaPoWriMo 12 April 2019 —Poetry TAT
most bridges don’t naturally burnusually they just collapseunder the weight oftheir own situationor some humanpressing The Poetry Teaching Artist Training Project is quite confusing to follow. And I have not found poetry posted since April 2019. Or even how to navigate the sight to find poetry. 😣
I always was weak in his hands —el977
I always was weak in his hands And now I wanna be strong in my own madness I wanna be free like my oversized sweatshirt Like early morning in hills, like a newborn baby from the past wrongs. Read more el977
Dreams —Mira
early morning dreams still alive in my eyes I refuse to wash my face Read more Mira
Cigarette —Daryush Acharya
Hope this cigarette will keep me alive longer than you would… – Alive In Coffin Alive in Coffin. I am a guy breathing in a coffin made up of flesh, bones and blood. Back in my twitter days, I used to write in 140 characters and that passion motivated me to write short poems. IContinue reading “Cigarette —Daryush Acharya”
Duality —Vidur Sahdev
i tell myself not to write, for the words blatantly boast of my lack of self control, but with each verse while this ego dies, i secretly feed a hungry poet, letting him believe that he can own the world. Being ever more hungry for the pure, Vidur breaks open space we long for atContinue reading “Duality —Vidur Sahdev”
