The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

My Two Hands

The air hangs like a traitor,
Motionless and well dead,
A raucous silence…

Every Good Deed

A million gaping mouths,
Clamoring to be fed,
Many worthy causes,
Pulling a single thread…

With

Who,
Who else,
Who else will,
If not yourself…

Act

Stand not idly by and watch,
Whispering words in wishes,
Wanted given in little prayers,
When action seen capricious…

Speaking of Karma

Speak not in anger,
For words can cut deep,
And what we do sow,
We certainly reap…

To Be King

Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…

Remember Only the Good

Speak not of sorrowed seasons,
Untold the many reasons…

Repentant Stare

Our sullied sins, the less known,
An echoed demonic baritone…

The Farmer’s Luck

The farmer’s neighbors, all hearing of the horse running away, came to visit. Staring at the empty corral, the neighbors all said, “Oh, what bad luck!” To each, the farmer’s simple reply was, “Maybe”.

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Wild Scared Crazy

It's an uncertain life!