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The Stars
Stars that are twinkling turning on the night sky allowing us to see and read the stories as they soar across the sky.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
The Moon
A large star glowing all night mostly look over you.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
The Moon
Millions of years old opportunities to view opposite of the sun nocturnal views.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
Still Apologizing
The awakening to a suffocating void of absolute darkness hands are clenched body is curled tight Unsettled Where am I? Who am I?
By Jess S12 months ago in Poets
The Unspoken Wish
In school where books and lessons stay, Two hearts met along the way. She was quiet, full of dreams, He was free like flowing streams.
By Witness Love12 months ago in Poets
We Meet at Night
When asked if I’ve been seeing someone, I always reply ‘yes.’ I think of you and wonder if you’re patiently waiting for me.
By Amos Glade12 months ago in Poets
Februarianism
Black History Month? Does anyone remember? Too lost in the noise... Well? * 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 12 months ago in Poets
Pile
The alarm rings my arms outstretch they are quickly filled dirty laundry dirty dishes spilled milk that tiny eyes are crying over
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Slammed Shut
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,
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Colony
tiny and black scavengers all hunting scraps of sugar an oasis of toddler’s crumbs found left under a window. I wonder
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Monsters
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
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets