The wonder of fall is that the gilded patina of heaven reflects perfectly in the boughs of tress that shed their veils
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
There is a sage green box forgotten in the top of my closet full of trinkets, each one the talisman of a memory.
babes she found in the wilderness lying abandoned, harsh the elements deep in unforgiving woodland the wind it whistles as she howls
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
Sleep? Not enough. Rest? Forget it. Body- Feeling rough. Brain- Dependent. - Eyes shut. Alarm sounds. Wake up. Do the rounds.
By BrettNotGreg12 months ago in Poets
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
tenderly I whisk milk and sugar to a beautiful simmer of soft bubbles I carefully temper the temperamental eggs which just love
The most beautiful self portraits I have ever made are the ones painted in the softest of pink skin that freckles in the sunlight
The mystery behind your eyes holds stories I do not wish to conquer or dominate but rather to know The face hides many things; people are always hiding, but not you
By H. J. Levon12 months ago in Poets
Why is it that the door to January is always so heavy each day seems to plod along like a worm whom is imitating a wet noodle,
tiny and black scavengers all hunting scraps of sugar an oasis of toddler’s crumbs found left under a window. I wonder
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
