Your poem community!

66

04/28/2026 14:58h
I'm used to the emperor's bitterness I can't find the sweet place unless you make me This face that is not my face I may look made but when you touch me you make me Make the oak say blossom The stripped say swell The avenue pavement say river Make me This shirt I can't take off The one the nights without you gathered to make me The new day The sweet place Tomorrow whispering from tonight's last light Make me Kissing you without authorization If you want me to stop you'll have to make me The ruined city Or is it a woman interrupting your sleep to say Now To say Make me