I sat, perched up, on my spinning top whirling all about. It spun and spun without a stop my head all filled with doubt.
By SJ Simpson3 months ago in Poets
I was 4 years old the first time a man ruined my worth. Sitting on the knee of my ‘uncle,’ confused by his hand. “I love you so much. Don’t tell, or your mom will get hurt.”
By Hope Martin3 months ago in Poets
The One Who Never Returned I waited by the old window, Where your shadow last was seen, The sky turned grey with longing,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Stunted Shallowly rooted Trimmed and shaped by Another’s hand ☀️🪴⋆˚࿔ Years of training-box-bound restriction Left me a meager, spindly trunk and branches
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
There's a place I'm scared to go Because the monsters there are different I won't know when to brace for impact Brace for landing
By Emma Weir3 months ago in Poets
When summer comes, Da Lat not only stands out with the purple color of Lagerstroemia or the white color of Bauhinia flowers, but also shines with clusters of yellow royal poinciana flowers in Da Lat. Discover the unique beauty and the most ideal places to see yellow royal poinciana flowers for a memorable trip.
By HieuDinh3 months ago in Poets
There is a spare chair at my table that I set like an altar for the life that hasn’t arrived yet. I put a plate there sometimes,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
I'm working on my backwards walk Through sickled thorns And dew-dropped ferns And this time When I'm where I was I'll leave no stone unturned.
By Ellana Blacher3 months ago in Poets
I’m shaking sun dried oaks to try to gather up the leaves again. they crumble into dust in ways the buds can’t
My chest is a library for all the things I didn’t say. ◆ The big confessions sit on the highest shelves, hardcovers with dust jackets
I should have turned away that bitter night, When shadows whispered secrets through the gloom. Now phantom footsteps follow in my sight.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
In the quiet, where the world forgets, I hear the whispers that cling to the walls of my mind. Soft, trembling voices, echoes of moments I buried
By Manal3 months ago in Poets
