Hands Full of Weather I wake with thunderstorms in wrists, with drizzle in my knees, a barometer behind my eyes that never quite agrees.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Tell me, did you show your face at night and smile the hours away, or, likely as not, avoid the light for blemishes on display?
By Will Ruha2 months ago in Poets
Quiet Like Fire You thought that strength was thunder—fists, a storm against the door, A battle cry on every breath, a boot across the floor.
The Deep Thinkers Who Breathe Through the Storm Part Two An Outstages Cafe They speak in sparks, not shallow streams,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Sometimes keeping to yourself isn’t the worse thing ever. Maybe the solitary life is really better. It’s scary at first. There’s no one but you around.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Spine I wore my fear like a second skin, all wrinkle, no design, until the day I stood up straight on someone’s borrowed spine.
Grandmother moon I thank you for shining down on me each and every night I know you're smiling down on me your light it so bright coming from those pearly whites
By J.W. Baird2 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Candles That Don’t Beg I used to strike a match for proof, to bargain with the night, to hold a trembling halo up and call it borrowed light.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
My Beloved moon, I stand under your iridescent light, in awe. Your beauty enchants me, your silver glow bathing me in such serenity.
By Jennisea Redfield3 months ago in Poets
The Sky Forgot Blue This morning, the heavens wore borrowed gray shoes, a sepia ceiling that swallowed the views. The gulls looked like erasers smudging the light,
We were the trees Sturdy on the land We gave life to one another We lived hand in hand The core of us the tree trunks
By Raine Fielder3 months ago in Poets