Never be off Always be on Always be green Always checking Always always always always be closing
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
It comes on in waves, no respite, ever given, the day continues.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Thanks to Poppy again for raising another challenge to get us Vocal people thinking and creating. You can read about this challenge here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Texas weather was like that, you know! Sunny at ten am but pelting down hail by afternoon. But her life was kind of like that, too.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, where shadows weep, Lies a tale of love lost, where memories creep. A heart once whole, now shattered and torn,
By mike webster2 years ago in Poets
PIECES OF ME UNBROKEN At 74 years old, an old soul of the universe From many lifetimes of global DNA Of many decades of what it’s worth
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
I fell down the rocky mountain many times, I cried as blood dripped from my hands, My legs were sore, aching from the pain,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
These black holes are practically irresistable, whisking me away into voids of ecstacy. I try to avoid them, changing my trajectory towards bodies
By Eden Bell2 years ago in Poets
I can’t help it. I don’t fit in, and I seem to never will. I struggle to make eye contact, my words can’t come out, and my feet just can’t stay still.
By Trishawn Blake2 years ago in Poets
Standing in the glare of the public sphere, our every stride is scrutinized, our every move is not over looked. We can hear whispers treading through the day and night, applause and critique in one crisp.
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
halt faceless tauter! voices of fearful sorrows adversary soul
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
I forget what you look like. Kind of. You know what I mean. I won't look back to old photos of happier times. I can't. The artist in my mind cannot mix the colors to complete the outlined image of you. Is your skin still sun-kissed or are you working too much to spend days dancing in the sunshine? Does your hair still go down to your butt or have you cut it since? I haven't gotten over how indifferent the world is that you and I are not together. Distance and time don't fight fairly. I'm not an out of sight out of mind type person. You consume my mind on a daily basis. Quite frankly, you haunt my existence. It's true what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. But darling, I am fonded out. I famishly break into soup kitchens slurping the leftover mush of your entire being. I live off our memories like koi fish live off wishful pennies that won't be answered in passerby coin ponds. I create visions of us that never occurred and explore them ad nauseam.
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
