#hive-161465Unmoderated tagAll postsTrendingHotNewPromotedPayoutsconcreteshallows in #hive-161465 • 4 days agoCairns Along the Ridge, a poemA hiker’s reality decays under bright skies as madness takes root in this surreal poem about isolation, memory, and the mind unraveling in the calm of a mountain morning.…jmis101 in #hive-161465 • 2 days agoA Notorious Being Conscious Awakening SOURCE The heavy rain confirmed the abnormality. I still couldn't figure out if it was tears of Joy or sorrowful tears. The sunroswelborges in #hive-14396 • 22 hours agoSleeping on the Clouds I. Photographic series (Eng-Esp)Silence, a child is sleeping on the clouds! This is how any story or play might begin, but ultimately, life is a play where we all act, lost and unable to find the fourth…someone.ivy in #hive-161465 • 2 days agoOf Monsters and Men In shadows deep where silence bends, There walk the monsters once called friends. With teeth of doubt and claws of fear, They whisper truths we hate to hear.repayme4568 in #hive-161465 • 10 months agoFellow ManHe stop flying walk in the group To the majesty who would decide He could fly but they can't It would be incomplete uninterested with them all He didn't want to be everybody And be eheruvim1978 in #hive-161465 • 3 months agoThat thin red lineThe endless cycle of desire, from birth to the funeral pyre, Not yet into the red, one day my master said: It is not rich the one who has it all, it would only end as a huheruvim1978 in #hive-161465 • 3 months agoLost in thoughtsSo many plans, so little clans, ready to dance, friend of romance, romantic languages, like that Italian guy, who needed a ceiling to paint the whole sky, you come and you…heruvim1978 in #hive-161465 • 3 months agoDo you want to live forever?We die a little every 24 hours, if your tomorrow is the same like today, or yesterday, or not. If you do the same, you cannot expect different results, this is the defiheruvim1978 in #hive-161465 • 3 months agoTempting FateIt seems that this is some kind of national sport, worse even, the current World Cup event, tempting fate, living in a tent, hunting just to vent, blind, deaf, without a scendbooster in #hive-161465 • 2 months agoWinter Remains ~ Original HaikuWritten a few nights ago... 静かな夜残る寒さやまだここに shizuka na yoru nokoru samusa ya mada koko ni quiet outside and cold; winter is still here ![][Haiku Photo] Snowy Miyajima by Tsuchiya Koiandydoc7z in #hive-161465 • last yearA poem I wrote last weekA few poems that are living in some cornet of my mind let me see if I can find one for this post. Here is a short poem that I have been working on... In my minkelvinpeters in #hive-161465 • last yearLIBERATION.Source Are you going to sit, and watch your dreams wither away? Are you going to sit, or rise and pull the bull by its horn? Are you going to sit, or stand akelvinpeters in #hive-161465 • last yearABSENCE OF LIFESource What comes like a thief in the night Creeping into the hearts of men on its toes Patiently wastickupmusic in #hive-161465 • last yearBlockchain Poets weekly Prompt - Where am I going?Blockchain Poets weekly Prompt @stickupboys said I should have a go at this so here I go!rinconpoetico7 in #hive-161465 • last yearThe ants (Las hormigas) [EN/ES]Englishstuartcturnbull in #hive-161465 • 9 months agoLamentIn the end, when all is done, what we're left with, is the song we sung. The song we sung, is all that's left, for loneliness to guard, astuartcturnbull in #hive-161465 • last yearThe Pied Pyper of HamlynNestled in far high mountains, 'neath shelter of vast grey crags, there lies a nestled valley, of pastures and meadows green, and scattered allbeaescribe in #hive-161465 • last yearMY LOVE POEMS/I have coveted your hands▶️ Watch on 3Speak February is the monthstuartcturnbull in #hive-161465 • last yearA Memory of Tomorrow - A villanelleBourbon starts the day with many regrets. Stale smells of bacon from the warming plate, A memory of breasts. Truth, not a jest. Drowning ibalikis95 in #hive-161465 • 2 months agoThe unsaid pain of Nebudu.Tons and tons of eyes took the river fall view as they saw you, Limping, yet standing strong like a mighty untamable tree, I felt chills run down my spin
