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 Dec 2024 Ian
Fade To Black
Slipping through the veil of night
Beneath the far-flung skies,
She flutters like a sail in flight---
She feeds her frail heart’s delight---
She turns to hail the morning light
Beneath the star-hung skies

Aurora, in Her cloak of grey
Sweeps back the shifting dark---
As dawn reveals the stroke of day
And nighttime goes it's smokey way---
The sky's deep blue now broken, frayed,
Sweeps back the lifting dark
 Dec 2024 Ian
Nemusa
Snow
 Dec 2024 Ian
Nemusa
Pure white whispers fall,
soft embrace on black branches—
Winter's breath lingers.

Enormous oak stands,
silent witness to the peaks,
shadows blend with light.

Between two giants,
snow and silence weave their song,
timeless, cold, serene.
Unfortunately we don't get any on my island, but this is what I imagine.
Happy weekend fellow poets.
 Dec 2024 Ian
s anne
crawling
 Dec 2024 Ian
s anne
The carpet reeks of mud and scraps of food
I can feel them crawling on me
Eight little legs, eight little eyes
Scampering, clawing, biting, digging
Through the cracks of my skin, my molecules, atoms
They’re in my veins, my brain
Am I anything? Am I gone? Am I nothing
But webs, tangled, rotten?
Cut me open. Stick a hose in my mouth.
Wash them away.
I can feel them crawling on me.
 Dec 2024 Ian
Zazu
Sunburnt sugar
 Dec 2024 Ian
Zazu
I just wanted someone like you
To like me too.
 Dec 2024 Ian
Zazu
I walk in the cold
and watch the snow fall

Snowflakes burning my lips,
kissing my skin
landing in my hair
stick to my lashes

I wish I could admire every single one
take the time to see their shape
know them deeply
love them generously
as I want done to me
Yes, the cold can be harsh, but it's a sign I'm alive.
 Dec 2024 Ian
jordan
borrowed
 Dec 2024 Ian
jordan
as the cold december moon
descends into her mountain tomb
and dies another morning death
her light enshrined within my breath

i will remember her

within this fragile moment
and her glorious midnight shine
for she exists as borrowed light
just as my life is borrowed time
 Dec 2024 Ian
lizie
words
 Dec 2024 Ian
lizie
her words settle like dust
on the edges of mirrors
i already avoid.

she called me names
i’ve spent years
unlearning.

her voice wasn’t loud,
but it carried—
straight to the part of me
that still believes
every insult
ever whispered.

i tell myself she’s wrong,
but i know i’ll carry this
long after she’s forgotten
she ever said it.
to be more specific
she called me an ugly fat *****
 Dec 2024 Ian
souletry
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 Dec 2024 Ian
souletry
I'll continue to use my words to light up the rest of the world.

As it does people's eyes when I speak.

Preach.

Talk.

Because emotions I find stronger than words,

Hold comfort behind the stiffness of the letters.

My words have no movement, my feelings linger on the pages.

But they do not waltz or cheer.

Yet yearn to escape me and the blank lined cage.
yea
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