Episode 111: Poetry Reading
Written by audreylorea
there shall forever
be poetry
etched into the stars
shattered in the sky
reveries, tracing
constellation lines
with a sudden flash
of twin minds
the clever ones
the quick-tongued thieves
and psychopomps
spinning verses
out of fallen leaves.
I embody, forever, the mercurial youth
a lover of words
who paints in the dark
with cosmic phrases
and a punchline spark
guiding souls
into their own underworlds
with each word I wield,
I shatter the syntax of the universe.
turning a black hole
into a playful verse
may our words forever burn
etched into the stars, asteroids,
moon and sun.
~
Episode 112: Lessons of Love
Written by the_darkness_1975
Most powerful force in the universe
The purest of pure white light
Opposes the deepest fears
Unlocks the mind of sight
Conquering all realms of darkness
Speaks in tongues of unity
The winding road of righteousness
The force that sets you free
Unconditional in its greatest form
Unleashing feelings from within
Obliteration of demons
Freedom from earthly sins
Not a supply and demand commodity
Love works in abundance
A never ending main course
Best served with consistency and redundance
A light that never dies
Patented with a luminous golden glow
Given in large quantities
All forms begin to grow
~
Episode 113: Poetry Reading
Written by aurorablackpelt
The reverence of your name.
I let the vowels run down my tongue,
The voice, vibrating chords
Giving away the angst of my heart.
Your name, a whisper between my lips
Secret evocation I wish I could perform:
Materialise you here, with me
Eyes locked in recognition,
A vibrant meeting
A memory brought forward by us both.
One day you will lie on my chest
And I will show you how the universe was made
By fire and thunder.
Desire and benediction.
~
Episode 114: Poetry Reading
Written by joni.ta125
There among the fragments,
where old sorrows gathered dust,
she traced the cracks with gentle fingers and discovered they still glowed with warmth.
He was not a castle standing proud,
but a kingdom weathered by storms;
and in the quiet chambers of his soul,
she found devotion hidden like gold.
Each kiss became a lantern,
each embrace a bridge rebuilt,
until the broken walls between them gave way to moonlit gardens.
And when he held her close,
heart against heart beneath the stars,
she knew some treasures
are not found,
they are uncovered,
loved, and restored.
~
Episode 115: Poetry Reading
Written by your.daddy.kisser
There are days when the world arrives wrapped in fog. When every step feels uncertain, every horizon blurred, every answer just beyond reach.
And then there is him.
Not as a shield standing between me and the storm, but as the quiet strength that teaches me not to fear it.
The voice that finds me when I lose my way.
The certainty that remains when everything else is shifting beneath my feet.
He does not carry me.
He reminds me that I can keep walking.
And perhaps that is the rarest kind of love of all.
A love that becomes your courage.
A love that sounds less like a promise and more like an oath whenever it says "I love you". My steady hand. My anchor. My safe harbor