Elegy

Honey on the Wound
Honey on the Wound You said the truth would sting at first—then sweeten where it should, So lay it bare, then breathe it in: put honey on the wound.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Salted Hallelujah
Salted Hallelujah I kept my praise in jars of brine, a hush beneath the blue, a hymn that stung the tongue to sing, but still it wanted through.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The Visit
It feels like my mother has been visiting me lately, a little more than a year after her passing. * Seems fitting, given that spooky season
By David Muñoz3 months ago in Poets
In The Crosshairs . Content Warning.
Two perpendicular lines intersect a singularity forged And there At the point Transubstantiation
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Poets
A Body That Forgot Its Soul. Content Warning.
‏You have become absence… ‏Your absence, ‏Like a soft, whispering breeze, ‏Silently slipping past your presence, ‏Leaving you trapped within a cage
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
Bones of a Prayer
Bones of a Prayer I don’t always have the words— Some nights, the mouth is a locked chapel and every syllable a knuckle gone stiff.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Poems
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
More Than a Hunter
I am more than just a hunter, I am more than just a hunter, I am more than just a hunter, I am more—so much more. In the beginning, the hunt was to search for a better outlook, a better peace of mind, a belief that I was better than I felt I was. But, as is the way of these things, the hunt became so much more—it became everything, overwhelming every single part of my mortal coil. A coil stretched beyond reason with all the shit in my head, all that background and foreground distortion that caused alarm and daily intrusive thoughts of the third kind. And so the hunt shifted, as is the way with these things; it became about finding peace, finding reason, finding contentment.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
thy music stirr'd . Top Story - October 2025.
thy music stirr'd the lonely soul of me gently plucking my heart with each lute string softly now, whispered notes once made me see
By John Cox3 months ago in Poets
The Tree Of The Moon
Introduction This is my seventy-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
A LifeTime Event.
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.3 months ago in Poets
Ceremonial Embers
close - your eyes for a brief moment give me - your hand for a spell, a while do you - feel my heart? beating do you - understand?
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets