First Draft

Overcast
Some days the coffee can’t get strong enough, the traffic is hopelessly stupid, a dull boredom hovers over everything,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
MONROE SUCCULENT P.1. AI-Generated.
Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Poets
I Consume, So I Create.
I consume so I create. Living, breathing, becoming. In an age of overconsumption, I turn excess into expression.
By Marvelous Michael2 months ago in Poets
Banking Dreams
shards of thieves and bards drifting through the thee and you resting upon my waking head like morning dew as I lay in bed
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
The Early Years Collection. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
last august i picked through photo albums and hard drives to provide my brother’s wife a roadmap of the hardening and softening of my brother’s face
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 months ago in Poets
Fertile Microbiome
We can all remember a time when we were little That one memory of when you accidently piddled Or when you got in trouble in kindergarten because you couldn't stop fiddling
By Connor Mudie2 months ago in Poets
We’re called the keepers
They say we’re called the keepers Born with greedy fingers and soft tissue, we pull the world inward and allow it to mark unshaven shins with bruises the periwinkle of forget-me-nots
By Aimee Van Arsdale2 months ago in Poets
Between Dusk and Memory
The thoughts were fleeting The sky was gray The moments we tried to remember Stuck in between realities Was it real Or a faded memory
By Thomas Terry2 months ago in Poets
Mending. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Several weeks ago the daylight shortened and night began lengthening - An unspoken message to all that it was time to begin the season of gathering,
By Pōlani Monderen 2 months ago in Poets
Poisoned Grains. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Stepping into the field of things remembered by my mind is like stepping into a field of landmines because there's always something
By Emma Weir2 months ago in Poets
Confronted fears. Content Warning.
It was the morning that you left me Abandoned, alone, for dead That I realized I didn’t need you. — I said it abandoned, I said it alone
By Emma Mark2 months ago in Poets
Political Thirty-One
From House to Senate, this will not go away, sir. To veto or to...? Gotta Do It... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets