This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his MOTHER! This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his CHILD! This is what his family wanted, but I'm never his GRANDPARENTS!
By 365poetry25 days ago in Poets
I was born before the world learned how to blink. Back when silence had weight, and time carried a smell— dust, warm grass, metal in the sun.
By Alain SUPPINI25 days ago in Poets
I stand in doorways like it’s a job. Party doorway, kitchen doorway, the mouth of the subway where the air changes temperature
By Milan Milic25 days ago in Poets
At blue hour the city softens edges blur, sirens feel farther away, and even my mistakes look… survivable. ﹁﹂ I take the long way home
The Dream That Died It came to me with open hands, a future breathing on my skin. I carried it through crowded days, believing time would let it in.
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets
Usable Practical Invisible One of many Generic A place to hand what no longer serves me An occupant of many closets A welcome guest to any gathering
By Cheri25 days ago in Poets
My bank account hit that quiet number that makes you stop breathing for a second. Not zero, but close enough to taste it.
Today is World Introvert Day - a day we celebrate the unassuming, the quiet, but VERY observant. Like a webcam. It sees more than we think.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin26 days ago in Poets
My roots grow sideways into yesterday, threading through the forgotten thoughts of everyone I will never meet. They drink the sighs of stars before they existed,
By Aarsh Malik26 days ago in Poets
There is a gap Between what’s said And unsaid Where your insecurities reside, hide Cower and cling That help you believe
By Nick Westerman26 days ago in Poets
He did not call us to be sugar on the tongue, To melt into the moment, To sweeten every room until truth dissolved. Sugar wins smiles,
By Hannah Lambert26 days ago in Poets
Fair Warning: this may be a sob story Edit: it is a sob story This may have been the most depressing New Years "celebration" I've gone through in my 28 years of living.
By Donny Foley26 days ago in Poets
