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Pillars of Salt
I sprinkled cinnamon outside my door, whispered to the frames, "only let in warmth, keep their laughter outside in the cold, where all things mournful
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved Sat in a tree like he owned it tail like a fan, feathers all flash singing like someone was listening
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Bogie Man Under My Bed
The Bogie Man Under My Bed He don’t rattle chains or howl at the moon he sits in the still, where the dark grows soon his breath smells of soil, old damp and dread
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
HA6-3SJ
I fell in love with the North Woods where snow and I dissolved seeping in between the cobblestones with belonging. They held my secrets
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Five
Uncle Sam...listen... Is it the time for a change? Give us the hammer! Are we there yet? * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Poets
Gone Without a Trace
Gone Without a Trace She gave him shoes, worn at the heel from walking roads he never knew She carved his smile from old regrets
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Let’s Go Pinching Apples
Let’s Go Pinching Apples Let’s go pinching apples from the neighbours’ trees creep along the fence-line soft and on our knees
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Grandad Was Crumpet Mad
Grandad Was Crumpet Mad Grandad, he was crumpet mad and I don’t mean the ones you cook he was a naughty lad Granny took it in her stride
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Battle of Jungle Rock
The Battle of Jungle Rock They came at dusk, no warning cry just drums that thudded low and dry the trees grew still, the sky turned black
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Those Gorgeous Eyes
I’ve stumbled over heartaches, There have been quite a few, I’ve been looking for someone to hold my hand. Little did I know they would lead me to you.
By Calvin London6 months ago in Poets