The Clocks Go Forward at last The clocks leap forward, stealing an hour, dragging the light from winter’s grip. Frost-bitten winds retreat at last,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
I put a single blade of grass out of place and knocked the earth off of it's orbit. as if making a divot
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
A Full Pack Before the Roll Make sure you have a full pack of cards Before you roll the dice, Half a hand won’t save your skin,
You say "I love you"; but you don't even tend the garden, or pull the weeds. You say "I love you"; But you sit behind stony walls,
Becoming a mother leaves no woman as it found her she is unraveled cracked open and taken to edges both brutal and beautiful
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Was I born with crooked feet? Destined to stumble? Or is it just that this world and all of it's rocky ragged edges,
Time runs out each year In shadows cast by dreams once bright, I wander through the silent night. I trace the steps of paths untaken,
I Just Was Never Quite Enough Sometimes there’s a place I go to when I want to be alone. When memories that haunt me
My bench in Rhyl centre There is a bench in Rhyl centre I have grown to love, It faces the sea, the toilets at the side.
Your mother withheld those three words caught in conditions that you didn't frequently meet. Your father slapped your tears
There's a fire in my throat burning a raging wild fire of things I cannot find the words to say gray smoke pours feebly from my mouth
