He Grew Weed in the Loo There once was a poet who lived down our street His habits were odd and his poems were sweet He cared for his garden, well, sort of, it’s true
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Running Away from the Bad Man I heard him first, before the dark had time to warn me, before my mind caught up with fear.
It starts slowly Your voice softens You speak less Join less Become less And they're fine If you spend a lot less time
By Raine Fielder7 months ago in Poets
So, what is a Thursday? The fourth day of a workweek hurrying to the weekend, but understanding that rushing this day makes it last longer and
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
The Wind Can’t Keep a Secret I told the wind my secrets, he blabbed it to the world, shouted through the chimneys, left my quiet heart unfurled.
Echo From The Mountaintops Echo from the mountaintops, where earth and heaven meet, lift your voice in quiet strength, let it rise on steady feet.
The Greatest Word is I Love You In quiet nights and morning’s gleam, we share a sweet and simple dream, no diamonds shine, no crowns compare
Twists and Turns I never asked for easy roads, or signposts pointing home, I walked where shadows split the light, and carved my path alone.
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
I've been smoldering since the flint was struck. In the bellows, caged only by my ribs, enough hot, dry, salted air to stroke the tinder with every breath.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
In a war room to to pray and ask questions in hopes of answers. _____________ Wondering and wandering allowing one to pray and ask and
Nelly the Hoarder Nelly lived at number four, papers stacked behind the door, bags of buttons, broken clocks, rusted keys in tangled socks.
