charred memories fan the longing stirred around, like lost stars, in the sky connection and belonging feigned affection for one, such as I
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
I’ve learned that love isn’t loud. It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or neon signs or the kind of drama movies like to brag about.
By John Abesellom's2 months ago in Poets
The house was filled with words that cut like knives Their voices pressed me down until I broke I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
Lull of the summer moon lingered in the dark sky of each night With stars scattered high, it was wondrous to behold such a sight.
By Cindy Calder2 months ago in Poets
Devil in the Details Out of the closet, door creaking ajar, Fugly things gaze out of a Mason jar; Seeking comforting shadows from afar,
By Adrian CDTPPY2 months ago in Poets
My heart never forgot you Even when the world moved on Even when your voice faded Even when I tried to let go. It remembered the mornings
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
You loved to climb the maple, We called it your tree, We had been so willing To give you everything, As if we knew,
By Aubrey Rebecca2 months ago in Poets
I used to think endings were loud— doors slamming, bridges cracking, the final flare of something too stubborn to die quietly.
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
- - dash -, twirly loop-de-loop, - -, hover, flutter, whim of floral breezes. Charting course, tiny bubble-gum-pink index finger traces the flippant travel of the pretty fly.
By Jessica McGlaughlin2 months ago in Poets
The Ones Who Stayed Inside My Heart I walked tonight through cold air, feeling the world watching me breathe. The street was quiet, yet it felt full,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
There will be an empty spot Beneath the Christmas tree Where your stocking usually sits Where your new calendar proudly stands
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Poets
I loved you when the world was loud, When no one noticed the shadows I stood in. I loved you in quiet corners, unseen, A gentle feeling, soft as the morning wind.
