And there I was Sliding out the womb Breath of fresh air, expected Delivered into stale air and a slanted room Apparently after my father’s pump and dump,
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers through the fog fade away I reach out for you but feel nothing but the misty air My surroundings blur, stealing the beauty of the distant waters
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
The sun’s warm embrace caresses my shoulders, its light, a golden balm as I sit by the sea lost in thoughts of you, so far away
By Lillyabout a year ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I see shadows wander in the moon’s soft glow, a house I’ve stayed in, where whispers flow. Its timbers creak with mournful sighs,
In the tapestry of life, I’ve found a constellation of friends that truly astound Among the stars, the women shine in their friendship’s light, life aligns.
Love cannot depreciate; only grow. Love cannot divide; only multiply. Love cannot be taken; only given. Love cannot be stolen; only returned.
By Emily Dickersonabout a year ago in Poets
As soon as she heard the crinkling bag She raced to my side, sniffing the air Sitting pretty, her paw touched my leg Sadly, she watched as I took the first bite
I will never forget the sweet smell of the earth on the day we laid you in the ground Or how damp it felt, as it fell away, crumbling between my fingers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
i know what he tells my friends, refreshing all the rumors at the mill. i am here for one thing, or three: captivated, infatuated, in a limerence.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
There is a dream-like darkness Lighting the way Roads are bright now The poles sleep during the day and wake at night Rolling down the hill of screaming circles
By Jontae Pate about a year ago in Poets
