The calendar hangs smug and flat, a grid of bossy squares, Each little box is a rented cage for sanitized affairs. It circles dates in lipstick red and calls them “must” and “should,”
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take In laughter and love, joy and regret Seeds of the memories that we will make Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
By Natasja Rose3 months ago in Poets
We filled the apartment with houseplants the way some people fill it with children— hopeful, underqualified, carrying more Pinterest than practice.
You are the lift that keeps me airborne. When I feel like I'm on a deserted island, you speak life over my lonely heart. When I feel like I'm disposable, you tell me I'm far from it. That there's no-one like me.
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
The Grinch on My Roof He stomped on the shingles, grinning like sin, acting like Christmas was his to command. He shouted loudly,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Fire We Walk Through We walked through burning seasons, Where nothing stayed the same, Where love felt sharp and heavy,
Your side of bed still holds a shape that clocks refuse to know, a shallow moon where gravity remembers how you go. The sheets have learned your silhouette, the dent your dreams once made—
We stitch raincoats for our secrets out of half-remembered nights, from shower curtains, childhood quilts, and hand-me-down goodbyes.
Cemeteries, urns, and the vessels we use to honor our dearly departed are not just resting places of finality, but thresholds where two worlds collide.
By Chara Payne3 months ago in Poets
A Touch That Stayed After Your touch remained there, Long after night, Stirring my senses, Faint as a light. It held my breathing,
How Do I Get Top Story Please? I pour my heart out, line after line, hoping one day Vocal will look my way and finally say
“Appreciate what you have before time makes you appreciate what you had.” I always think of someone I loved who has left us
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets