The first time I said no, My whole body braced for impact like the ceiling might collapse from one honest syllable. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic4 days ago in Poets
I’m unlearning rules I never agreed to, but lived by like rent. Don’t be too much. Don’t need too much. Don’t make a scene.
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert5 days ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
By Marie381Uk 5 days ago in Poets
My fingers were bruised! The thumb etched into the corners of a mysterious nightmare, but I'm a stickler for prints. I'm a dynamo waiting to unfold as I swipe my tips across the miracle God bestowed on my delicate palms.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"5 days ago in Poets
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
Black wet nose so cold Ears frosted by winter wind Thick neck fur saves me Copyright © 1/5/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 You can subscribe for free. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Poets
I didn’t grow a backbone overnight. I borrowed it, honestly, like a jacket someone hands you when they notice you’re shivering
By Milan Milic5 days ago in Poets
Introduction This is an ekphrastic villanelle inspired by another wonderful find from The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 days ago in Poets
You think I’m hurting you But I’m destroying myself There is no health or wealth where I am Was it all a sham I asked you that way
By Atomic Historian6 days ago in Poets
I used to think love should hurt a little, like tight shoes you “break in” because they look good on you. Blisters as proof.
By Milan Milic6 days ago in Poets
You liked me best when I stayed behind you, quiet as a coat on a chair, laughing at your jokes before I even got them.
