December heralds the end of yet another year but never fear December welcomes in Summer Well, at least, here Down Under!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a month ago in Poets
Fourteen years is not fireworks every night. It’s learning the sound of each other’s breathing in the dark and knowing when not to speak.
By SUEDE the poetabout a month ago in Poets
“I choose to be happy! I will no longer allow the negative things in my life to spoil all the good things.” This is such a good way of looking at things.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
The Taj Mahal So Beautiful At dawn the marble learns the colour of prayer, White turning rose beneath a waking sky. A river holds its breath along the walls,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
i found an old box of moms christmas decor in the back of my walkout closet i sat in the living room watching tv when i finally decided to rummage through it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Where the Pulse Went Quiet I felt it— not as thunder, but the slipping of thread through the needle of now. Her heartbeat faded into my fingers,
By Elisa Wontorcikabout a month ago in Poets
Every flame begins with a rupture. Every rose blooms from a fracture. This is not a ritual of control, but a ceremony of creation.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Fledgling’s Flight Our fledgling flew the coop early one January So young and fresh from school His offer not giving us time to grieve
By Alexandra Grantabout a month ago in Poets
some days, i am my inner child learning that warmth is not safe, that there is no escape from a home always on fire.
By Kaitlyn Amyabout a month ago in Poets
"They look so much like you." "Wow, they're you're double." As an older sister I'm used to being told they are me, But are they me?
By Alex Daisleyabout a month ago in Poets
Struck from the same match, but in different rooms. One was fire. One was embers. Before they knew of destiny or fate. They knew of each other.
By Nyx Ashcroft about a month ago in Poets
Cremation by. Patty Divya Difazio Dressed in white, I walk along Following my brother who can do no wrong. The family and friends follow behind
By Patty DiFazioabout a month ago in Poets
