Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
The more I know
the less I speak
For silent is the mountain
of wisdom’s peak.
as a child
i never knew
the real world
all i know is
just barbie and fun
that it wasn't
all cruel and stoic
wherever i look it's
love in the air
and the illusion of
a fake family
was far-fetched
the perfect life
that i'm living happily
i took for granted
my poor first attempt of reverse poem
Why do the monsters hide away,
till my heart’s decided it’s time to play

Why do whispers slither past,
a brain that’s convinced it’s never going to last

And why does the chorus yell for you,
when I’ve already decided we’re practically through
I keep choosing the same kind of guy
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
In presence of rain
the world is an instrument
alive with music
Being alive
Isn’t the same
As living,

And death
Isn’t as terrifying
As dying.
 Oct 2020 Sarah Richardson
ilias
A wooden palace for the dead
had everyone came in black
flowers, voices, mother earth was awake
To celebrate, regret and retract

The living came to purify their souls
By invigorating adorned cathedrals
And singing songs about loss

Almost as on a causal wedding day
They did not come to celebrate the dead
But to cry about the left behind
Together, to feel more alive

And they were dancing
Around the gone
Voices creating vibration of air
Which sounded peacefully
To the song of despair
Next page