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Still on the Same Branch
Still on the Same Branch They sit close on a branch, white feathers holding the hush of the day. Leaves listen without leaning too far in,
By Marie381Uk 22 days ago in Poets
The Cost of Touch
The Cost of Touch I mistook hunger for devotion once, your hands spoke vows your mouth never held. Love wore a borrowed face in low light,
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
Hurting
Hurting Hurting lives beneath the skin, it does not always show its face. It moves quietly through the days, keeping time at its own pace.
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
The Sight of You is Enough
Just the sight of you It's all I need to warm me, Come sit by my side. Till next time, Calvin Submitted for the small-heat challenge:
By Calvin London23 days ago in Poets
Hands Hug the Cold
Fingers hug warm mug Steam curls like a quiet cloud Night hums outside still
By ZUBAIR23 days ago in Poets
2026 Weekly Reading List: 52 Contemporary Poets
Creating a reading list is a fantastic, selfish enterprise. That’s the joy of it. You’re not making a syllabus for students or a list based on some random, external criteria imposed on you. You get to make the rules.
By John R. Godwin23 days ago in Poets
How to Miss a Stranger
How To Miss A Stranger By H. M. Zike What is it to miss a stranger? Someone who, by definition, you know nothing about.
By MissyMarie 23 days ago in Poets
The Spirit Lights That Dance in the Sky
The Spirit Lights That Dance in the Sky They rose without sound, soft colours stitched into the night, moving like memories that refused to stay buried,
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
The Doctors Who Kept the Eyes
The Doctors Who Kept the Eyes They wore white coats and clean smiles, hands steady, voices rehearsed, speaking of care and treatment,
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
Cold Nights
BORROWED LIGHT SORROWED NIGHT Find me love, for this I might ANCHORED SOUL HEART OF COAL Renew in me, pour the bowl
By J. K. Anderson23 days ago in Poets
The Weighted Years
Walk through the world with a history bone, Carried from lands once taken and thrown. Shadows of ancestors pressed into skin,
By V24 days ago in Poets
Black Water
Black Water The water looked calm from the edge, smooth as an unbroken lie. Nothing warned me what lived beneath, nothing marked the reason why.
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets