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In The Silence of the Lonely Nights – Poetry by Cody

In the silence of the lonely nights,Where the stars offer their distant lights,A man stands, strong, and alone, his heart yearning for love’s sweet embrace.No friends to call, no family to hold near,No love to soothe, no laughter to cheer,Yet, he stands tall, a pillar of strength,Concealing the ache that grows in length.The world mayContinueContinue reading “In The Silence of the Lonely Nights – Poetry by Cody”

“Singing all the Beats This Broken” Poetry by Sam Morris

Singing All That Beats This Broken—-Reaching out for oblivionWhispering of empty daysRain that appeals to no thunderLaughing in silence as endlessLaughing in forms left forgotten Praying for surcease of all painHolding minutes dripping through dead handsLoving thoughts kept in solitudeKnowing only what is not, for my senses dimmedSinging songs time stitched of lossSinging stillness intoContinueContinue reading ““Singing all the Beats This Broken” Poetry by Sam Morris”

“Keep” Poetry by Sam Morris

Underneath this fiery lapse of eyes lidded of sunset’s doubtsI build this Keep to house all beauty left to meSoftest blue meets the kindest touch of lips tipped in loving breathThe mercy beguiling all hope left rotting on the vines withered of a calloused serenityKeep the love insideKeep the beauty hidden from eyesKeep the voice,ContinueContinue reading ““Keep” Poetry by Sam Morris”

Disassembled Thoughts – Poetry by Katherine

I lay my head down to fall asleepI close my eyes, and the voices start to speakThey create images in my head that are so vivid, so realI just want them to be quiet and leave me aloneWith my eyes still closed, my thoughts just roamLike a merry-go-round of disarray and miserySpinning and spinning, roundContinueContinue reading “Disassembled Thoughts – Poetry by Katherine”

Untitled- Poetry by Bree

I’m awake and the stars have seeped through the skin of my teeth. Taught like nothing I’ve ever known from a home with temporary praises. And sky gazes, I never knew what it would be, when time was borrowed from a well of wished truths. And luck was no more than a borrowed sin wrappedContinueContinue reading “Untitled- Poetry by Bree”