Elegy

Blowing Out My Wishes
I wish I were crazy Telling made-up lies · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · I wish I had imagined every bruise and raging fire · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
The Red Sand is Blue
The sand lacks its fire and burn, The red sand is blue, From the tears and rainstorms my eyes have borne. The Ashoka trees have lost their dance and seem to have nothing to gossip about.
By Kaima Diai5 months ago in Poets
trigger me softly. Content Warning.
it’s not normal it’s not normal for my chest to constrict like this for my breathing to become so fast so shallow I’m not getting enough air
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
Hungarian Rhapsody
Sounds so sweet, I embraced each melody. Though barely three, I sighed delightfully. Each day at dawn, my mother played for me.
By Star Love Grey5 months ago in Poets
What was written in stone
A marble slab disguised with leather and ink. A vision, yes! Surely the Muses sang to me, but this stone lays still while my chisel gathers dust.
By Rae Janney5 months ago in Poets
The Letter I Should Have Sent
Hey... yeah, yeah you... I have something to say to you! All of this outside noise that messes up your head... all lies! Everything the gray matter between your ears is nothing but lies! I feel like a few of you may have already known this and yet, here we are again!
By Crystal Rae5 months ago in Poets
Semahs. Honorable Mention in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I once again put pen to paper and shout across that dark middle-distance which I fear no longer. The house is tidy most days and
By Kait Thursday5 months ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
God Play
I was not there when the world cracked and bled searing hot orange into the sky cutting out the lights and the breath
By Ellie Hoovs5 months ago in Poets
Marked Forever: Softcore Innocence, Hard Lessons. Content Warning.
I can't remember— the moment it became a thing. I can't remember— the moment it became the thing. Though it was probably when I was weak,
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets