Christmas Wonderland mysteriously materialises in our CBD… a magical magnet drawing all to see, enjoy and marvel together
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 months ago in Poets
I think I Still Got It (Sort Of) My knees now creak like haunted doors, I grunt just bending down for drawers. I sneeze and it’s a gamble, friend.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Letter Came on a Thursday The letter came on a Thursday It sat in the pile like it belonged A plain envelope his solicitors name in the corner.
The Shame Behind the Doors We don’t say much at gatherings, just pass the plates, nod at the past, a glance too long and something shifts,
I heard the pulse of your heartbeat that day, such miraculous atoms of life. Discerning a deific intelligence, I honoured the rhythmic hellos, played out by a spiritual fife.
By Chantal Christie Weiss8 months ago in Poets
3 years ago I lost my younger brother. He was 8. He loved Minecraft and Fortnite and Mario and Pokémon and everything else that 8-year-old boys love.
By E. C. Mira8 months ago in Poets
Not The Jealous Type She isn’t the jealous type, he said, tying his tie with hands that had touched someone else that morning
Fighting Neighbours You moan at us for the banging doors, we however say nowt about your barking dog. You reported our television sound too high,
Soon There Will Be Buntings Out Soon there will be buntings out strung from porch to post, no doubt and paper stars in windows bright
Someone on here asked me if I’ve ever experienced something that made me truly understand how powerful grief can be, and I thought—what an amazing question. I have to write about it.
By April Kirby.8 months ago in Poets
I say, “It’s nothing.” And hope it stays small. But sometimes, it spills. Not a leak— a flood, rising in my chest
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
I grew up in a loving family who, in their own way, had escaped some part of hell and knew little of heaven. I grew up with a thousand people who loved me
By Lovina Miganeh8 months ago in Poets
