Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Adam Mark Explores Abandoned Houses Adam Mark walks where shadows breathe With class and expertise in every tread Wood groans under careful feet
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
I was holding all the tears back trying not to make a scene How did we go from best fucking friends to you being so fucking mean?
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Poets
The Extra Mile I ran that extra mile for you. My feet heavy, my breath torn. Still, your eyes were stone, still, your hands held nothing for me.
Breath of Life I remember the quiet of your absence, how it settles in the room like heavy dust. I hold my hands to the hollow space,
Children Should Be Taught Manners Children should be taught manners. It is not good to hear a child swear. A soft word is better than sharp words,
The Carnival of Love lights hum in the night air, faces pressed close in laughter, eyes catch sparks no one else sees, hands brush, linger longer than reason.
The Feather Holds a Universe Feather shines in a secret night, a thousand stars hide in its veins. Green light trembles against violet,
The Language of Hands They speak without tongues, soft syllables pressed in palms, a grammar of warmth, where fingers fold like paragraphs,
By Numan writes5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
I am plagued by people that historically choose every other option except me. I have been taught that out of sight is out of mind for humans too.
By Moni Staxx5 months ago in Poets
Chef used me properly until the burn. Now I dangle from a hook and glisten a rim of carbon inside my bottom lip, 1 orange mark of oxidation & chili powder
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 months ago in Poets
