Poetry on Sunday | brokenprinter

Summer's lucidity

I sometimes hear the clock ticking when I sleep. During that brief period of hypnogogia, before I rise. Within the day, I also have...

Poetry on Sunday: Lost Train

Lost train I have lost track You have held me back I am a disrupted train alongside the railroad But don't worry, no passengers present,...

Poetry on Sunday: Hope

Hope Today I spoke to the sun She understood me She ensured me to remind Remind myself that everything Everything will be okay After all...

Poetry on Sunday: Dirty Men

Dirty men There are dirty men around the world Ones that desire a secret thought They think They imagine They express They disturb They...

Poetry on Sunday: Sometimes

Sometimes Sometimes I wonder Is this it? Sometimes I wonder This is it Sometimes I wonder Nothing at all Sometimes I wonder What if you...

Poetry on Sunday: Being Alone

Being Alone People are often afraid to face their own It is because we are social creatures? It is because we do not know ourselves?...

Poetry on Sunday: Ocean Blue

Ocean Blue The colour of the long lost waves Waves that have seen faces in unknown places Every face tells a hidden story, a hidden truth...

Poetry on Sunday: Sunflowers

Sunflowers When we feel the sun We feel the same We are together in that spark of light It is a comforting thought not to be alone I...