First Draft

I don't miss you anymore
Life looks so empty and alone without some people. But its so strange I don’t miss you, but her. I miss the tenderness of her hands when it touched mine, I miss the softness of her fingers when I kissed them. May be that’s why I don’t miss you, but her.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
Armor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pink Lips
In the haze of a dream, She came to me. One hell of a woman. Cotton candy pink lips pressed up against my teeth.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
Smattering - An Abcedian
All before me, hear this smattering, Bring to me your weary eyes. Cease for now incessant chattering, Dare to read what I’ve surmised.
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 years ago in Poets
Outrage
Here is some poetry I wrote for how I feel about the divide in this world. We need to step back and see the world through the lens of love instead of selfishness. Understand that people can have different points of view and yet we can still live in harmony despite how we feel about one another.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthday. Content Warning.
Happy? – you hurt me, eye for — I I guess we were both just kids searching for answers In this mess it's kind of messed up right?!
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
She returns from abroad tomorrow
It takes two spins of the blade all the way around the stem, the second node from the bottom. I strip the bottom leaves and place the stem in the vase, reach for the next one, two spins of the blade my father made with his own hands and slipped into my stocking.
By Cheshire2 years ago in Poets
The Feast
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
It's dark
10 seasons we created Between the words we exchanged After a winter night On a dewy autumn, I called it love. 9 different colours
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
The Litmus test of Democracy
We bow before the very holy eyes, Of the goddess residing in the skies. We worship the girls as the deities of righteousness,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Walled Cities
I wondered; wherein were the masons— grazed my fingers upon, those decaying walls, of your city— ghost quiet, decanted of time’s venom.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets
A Lost Unicorn
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets