Dead Silence
YOU. Yes, you.
Now let me look at you
My brown eyes, dead
but they are open still
My lips don't part
Not a sound, not a word,
Just a breath of flowers
To cover this corner
Blue, purple, pink, red
Golden rays of sunshine,
Can't show it on my face;
Can't contain it in my mind
Make sense of these colours
Or would you call it nonsense?
Call it what you will,
This EXPLOSION in my silence
YOU ARE READING
3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
