Post your poetry here

[Ellethwyn]

I haven’t written in some time.

Soooo good!

[Celestia]

Soooo good!

Thank you!

[Perunovsin]

Im just a flea
In a sea of enemies
Sleeping on an island
Floating on air
Im afraid
To step outside
So nice
But so prickly
Cover me with silk
Blue like lagoon
With a bit of purple
Green graas
Over the step

[Harkonnen]

Thank you!

No, it was not coincidence, poet Sappho, lived in island of Lesbos.

[Celestia]

No, it was not coincidence, poet Sappho, lived in island of Lesbos.

LOL
Harkonnen are these poems stirring up some old and dusty emotions of yours

[Harkonnen]

LOL
Harkonnen are these poems stirring up some old and dusty emotions of yours

November is not really the month to go there, I said to the the witch. And I do not need your pity, I added, like a fool. By now I should have known that witches have no pity. They feast on pain and misery, old and dusty memories. All the things that should be kept locked and hidden, six feet deep. At least. Never to be touched. Never to be visited. In the deep. There at the the bottom of the lake, is the realm of the drowned man. And you have never been much of a diver, have you? So why go there? Because a witch told you? Yet here you are, sitting at the corner of a smokey bar, drink in your hand, and there at the table in front of you; a dinosaur's bone. The witch put it there for sure. That what witches do.

[Celestia]

November is not really the month to go there, I said to the the witch. And I do not need your pity, I added, like a fool. By now I should have known that witches have no pity. They feast on pain and misery, old and dusty memories. All the things that should be kept locked and hidden, six feet deep. At least. Never to be touched. Never to be visited. In the deep. There at the the bottom of the lake, is the realm of the drowned man. And you have never been much of a diver, have you? So why go there? Because a witch told you? Yet here you are, sitting at the corner of a smokey bar, drink in your hand, and there at the table in front of you; a dinosaur's bone. The witch put it there for sure. That what witches do.

There are tons of witches out there but not all of those who allow you to open up and be vulnerable are going to use it against you.

Is this an excerpt from a book?

[Mr.G]

Thank you!

The last line smacks you (the reader) in the face. Very, very good. Very effective. Bravo.

[Celestia]

The last line smacks you (the reader) in the face. Very, very good. Very effective. Bravo.

Thanks so much for the kind words! Yes, that last line is meant as a direct message haha. Glad it comes off as effective ^_^

[Tacitus]

Night dies slow, then fast.
The unstoppable sun rises,
Conquering darkness.