I met an elderly widow, who carried ghosts in her pocket. She smelled of Avon’s Red Door and mothballs. She called them memories,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
Pain used to make me flinch, shrink into the deepest corners of myself where light couldn’t reach. But I’ve learned to follow it like a compass
By Lolly Vieira9 months ago in Poets
I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Barricaded beneath my tongue i keep a whole war in the back of my throat sounds breaking before they are
By River and Celia in Underland 9 months ago in Poets
He built shelves that never held books, fixed hinges that creaked but never opened. His hands— calloused, steady, never reached for mine.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
I practiced it in the mirror, as if glass could absorb guilt and spit back forgiveness. Every word weighed like a stone,
The wind changed softer sigh, With golden poise, summer comes to an end. And autumn paints the evening sky With crimson leaves and cool embrace.
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Poets
The moon didn’t show up that night. No silver halo carved the dark, no quiet glow to soften sorrow’s sharp edges. Just sky—
There’s a hush between constellations where music once was meant to bloom— a cradle of notes left unsung, folded quietly into the velvet dark.
I opened the door I hadn’t touched in years, its hinges sighed like old bones in winter. The air was thick with dust and stories
Only a fool would be anxious about work. Your main job is to enjoy life, and working part-time is just your side job.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
I must be my imagination Making me think this way All of a sudden, I feel euphoric Got a big smile on my face today Imagine that I think I can fly
By Calvin London9 months ago in Poets
This is your warning of my eyes As I am the person you can count on to be watching. This is your warning of my ears, Because you should know that I am listening.
By Ruby Red9 months ago in Poets
