benjamin-adelaarWhisper

Sort
War HonorI will not attribute honor / to the bloodiest of games / to cold, condoned killings
8
1.8k
Air Freshenerwater was showering over me / warm steam with coffee scented molecules / quenching the dry air.
31
1.8k
Beard: Blackout, Pt. IIThe footprint of this place / is a freshly razored face. / Mother Earth’s been ‘beautified.’
12
1.4k
Yarrow RootHis wrinkles went somehow deeper / than those of a national will do. / And his eyes were somehow darker -
25
1.1k
All Hands on DeckDespite the wind that’s cold / no gloves nor winter hat / for the ten-year-old.
16
1.1k
CHi think i have written this before / i know i will think it again, again / when...
26
965
clockworkthe square clockwork of the heart / clicks and turns, moving the soul, / gnashing and biting, blinding eyes,
5
960
brown cordssitting in brown cords / in a little red car, / rain dropping from the
19
939
OakI’m finally taking Dad to see the world, / He’s been before, but not this far, / Not with his boy. He’s so excited!
24
918
biographyalone and stolen, preserved for the night, / nothing renewed, nothing done right. / pensioned and planned, the road the way,
26
884
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write