On top of your second mile of a stone— Finally! Just about how it feels. At eighteen, you start to see the future— pathfinding a way home.
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets
I know there is no ownership Of inspiration One cannot keep the wind in their hair Or trap a goddess On the head of a fountain pen
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
I have missed out on knowing who is my real father , He was a drunkard, a drug addict and a womanizer These are labels thrown at me when I ask about him
By Isaac Ramaphala6 months ago in Poets
this. Why do the linguistic seeds I plant Isn't. flower into blooms of deep thought an. when sometimes, just sometimes
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
The Happy Clown He wakes before the big top hums, with baggy pants and polished thumbs a whistle bright between his teeth
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
in air quotes "funeral" because Annie coined it a picnic: troughs of tin foil and the weight of disbelief under a pavilion on loan, a small welt bloomed
By Erin Latham Shea6 months ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
He stood on the bank since sapling days, watching the river wind, making homes for feathered guests, who came, and went,
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
I wouldn’t defend myself I wouldn’t have left I wouldn’t have loved more I also wouldn’t have loved for so long I wouldn’t pick at my lips
By Ariana GonBon6 months ago in Poets
My soul is a fire. My mouth, the vehicle with which I breathe it out and deprive it of oxygen. In this way, I resurrect the words
By Logan Stanislaw6 months ago in Poets
If joy is easier to carry What could I lift If I set down my grief? Surely I have grown far stronger Than I think.
