(The Poem) I. Seed Not flesh, nor bone, nor pulsing vein alone Defines the space where this strange self is known.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
Going back and forth making sure that the lines straight for neatness counts plenty. ________ mowing in a forward and sometimes in a backward fashion
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
So, as requested here is what Fridays are to mean to me. Fantastic timing for we realize that our individual tendencies are about to
Introduction This is an Acrostic on the theme with a little mythology woven in. The music is "Mermaids" by Florence and The Machine
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
So, what is a Thursday? The fourth day of a workweek hurrying to the weekend, but understanding that rushing this day makes it last longer and
Finally, a goal is reach Ignited by passionate writing Various poems and stories shared Everyone read about my heart despaired
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
‎I learned to count ‎not with numbers— ‎but with the seconds ‎between explosions. ‎ ‎One… two… ‎wait— ‎Hold your breath.
By Shoaib Afridi7 months ago in Poets
In a war room to to pray and ask questions in hopes of answers. _____________ Wondering and wandering allowing one to pray and ask and
Raging storm within, Coldness in chaos, Unbothered feelings, Bottled up emotions. - Searching for clarity, Defining simplicity,
By Lou_Einale7 months ago in Poets
Singleton, a writer that hears his written and spoken words as individual notes of understanding his joy of art, music, and poetry to
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
