The crisp crunch of a different kind. Everything brown and dead has left. Ethereal and surreal, for sure— but the warning call,
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Sleepless Orchard The trees keep all their lanterns lit long after moonrise breaks. Each apple is like an amber eye that never quite forsakes.
By Milan Milic4 months ago in Poets
I wrote the first draft in a rush, somewhere between midnight and bottled up memory. The words came out raw, honest in a way that scared me,
By Marvelous Michael4 months ago in Poets
Pocketful of North I used to be a weather-vane for everybody’s storm. Spun by every passing wind, by every shifting form.
Once, my emotions were exaggerated, reaching earth-shattering proportions. Later, no matter how many storms life presented, I chose to remain silent.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
As yawps go, it wasn’t much— I didn’t even sound out the word. But as primal screams go, it was fantastic— I knocked that shit right into orbit,
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, You call many a wave forward, to be the sea's breath upon cove shores; You chase many prey toward their haven-hollows, within midnight moors;
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
Needy Is Not a Sin A Sovereign Protest Suite The Word They Twisted ADOBE FIREFLY They turned need into a slur, a stain,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
The path of light, which shimmering, trails From the channel you carve through the inky veil Of a wandering galaxy, chasing its nine tails,
We filter out every scar Every line blurs as we seek perfection Reality is not realistic as we count our value by the length of our telomeres
By vibrant ghost4 months ago in Poets
Your flame burned so bright, that I mistakenly thought it was warmth. I came closer, thinking I’d be held- but you only knew
By Carolyn Patton4 months ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
