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That Slow Thing. Content Warning.
Play me some blues, don’t read me the news. Do that slow thing, that make-me-moan thing. Gloss my lips, rock my hips. Open me wide,
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
No way in the dark
If you wander around you probably won't hear a sound It might be something underground It could certainly be profound
By Christopher Beardabout a month ago in Poets
They Stare
Trapped in an empty space I wait, Did I get the day straight, I don't like being late, So here I wait, Feeling like bait,
By Keith McHughabout a month ago in Poets
Reasons For The Season
I saw God waiting tables at a restaurant He walked over to me and asked, OK, what do you want? I paused for a moment and before I could say
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
What's In A Name
I might answer to at least, more than one hundred names some left a wound the others left me changed And I can't take them back, I wouldn't if I could
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
When We're Gone From Here. Content Warning.
When the dust of our existence Is naught but a memory And this world repairs the damage Done to her by you and me,
By Dana Crandellabout a month ago in Poets
The Celtic Cross That Carried the Roses
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
He Doesn't Have a Name. Honorable Mention in The Last Flame Challenge.
we called him hedus short for he doesn’t have a name lyd’s goldfish didn’t live long with us and that time was not memorable
By Steven Christopher McKnightabout a month ago in Poets
Scorched
The lamp flickers its eerie glow Faux flames dance in the darkness The city streets fade into the background As the earth crumbles beneath tired feet
By KA Stefana about a month ago in Poets
December Is The Best
Denise is joining an acrostic request by Susan Every day is Christmas in December an Caroling is a part of what makes it feel like that today
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
Upside-down Mouse
“The Broken Finger Story is not just about pain it is the comic checkpoint that softened the gloom. What started as a rupture turned into sovereign wit, reframing doom into laughter. I have now recorded it in my personal archive as a ceremony, a reminder that even pauses can ignite new passion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
A Soft Start
A smile offered. Nothing loud. Nothing forced. Just a small human moment that lands gently and stays. Most days do not change because of big events. They change because of tiny things we almost ignore. A warm cup held with both hands. Morning light slipping through a window. A soft thought that says, today can be kind.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Poets