Even If Only in Stillness — The silent thoughts of a soul not yet born Warm. Dark. Safe. That sound again—thump… thump… thump.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Recovery from the misery rhyme includes happy time having fun with the granddaughters and daughters Out on the pontoon
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Poets
Beneath the blind and pressing loam, A universe contained, a silent tome. Not stone, but promise tightly furled, A coded map to shape the world.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
As he walks through the shadow of death, He will fear no one— Except the Samurai man of the rising sun. He is our soldier—
By Clifford Kincaid7 months ago in Poets
The book smelled like memories Of hushed-low voices And warm embraces Of rustling pages And soft imaginings The book smelled like memories
By Alexander McEvoy7 months ago in Poets
Begin by apologizing for what you haven't done. - Apologize for all the noise. You shouldn't have laughed so loud, or had the audacity to breathe,
By Autumn Stew7 months ago in Poets
Wake before your body is ready. Feed the baby. Feed the silence. Feed the despair. Forget you were hungry to begin with.
We learn quickly how to vanish from the family table when we break the mold. We learn quickly that vanishing is easiest, safest, less painful.
I didn't step out from the home that bruised me; I clawed out of the hell that he built for me. Fingernails torn from their place on the silence that held me,
I Used To Look Up To You. I Used To Wonder, How Does She Do It? That Grace, That It Girl Thing You Seem To Create. You Draw Everyone In.
By CJ Raines7 months ago in Poets
This is the grave of your father You never met, A blind date of people who never matched online I am told it is through knowing where he is buried,
By Isaac Ramaphala7 months ago in Poets
