Elegy

POEM - Rooted In Wonder
Not in the brittle certainty of stone, Nor in the rigid scaffold, cold and known, But deep within the loam where questions sprout,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
The Letter I Never Sent
The Letter I Never Sent It was hidden at the back of the drawer, beneath a stack of notebooks whose pages were yellowed with time. I never expected to find it again—the small, worn envelope, its edges softened and faded, sealed shut with a pale smear of glue that had stubbornly refused to crack.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
Hope is the thing with feathers
Hope— It isn't loud. It never shouts. It hides in silence, in the doubts. It slips between the broken cracks, A whispered song that always comes back.
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
Fading
Tell me how to be away Tell me how to get away Tell me where to go from here Tell that you'll be always near. Explain to me how to flee
By Alexander McEvoy6 months ago in Poets
The Disappearing Act
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
The Flaw in Perfection
They say it's beautiful. Flawless. They say it stirred something deep. Moved them. Changed them. But I’ve seen that shape
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
Damnatio Memoriae
You want to vanish? Really disappear? Roll out of bed And look in your mirror *** Over 117 billion Human souls ever born
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Our Home Still Thinks You're Here
As dusk settles, and the water boils,  I set out one bowl.  One fork. One green cup.  The phantoms appear  like houseguests I never invited.
By cameron crews6 months ago in Poets
All You Need
Now listen close (I promise it's true) hark well the wisdom I'm sharing with you. The most unexpected way for you to disappear
By Judey Kalchik 6 months ago in Poets
The Truth Is You Hurt Me
Dear (I don’t know what to call you), This is a letter that I've always wanted to write, but never had the balls. For whatever reason, I felt you didn’t need to know about my lifelong anger for you.
By Chantal Christie Weiss6 months ago in Poets
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You coveted me for months— an eternity in tides, extracting each grain of sand from under my fingernails. Enamored by my skin—
By Bride of Sound6 months ago in Poets