I walk the cobbled streets patinaed gold in flickering candle light, worn smooth, shouldering eras of footsteps upon their undulating visage
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Themes in Harjo’s Poetry Heritage and Identity Harjo’s poetry is deeply rooted in her Native American ancestry. Her work often explores the tension between Indigenous traditions and contemporary life. Poems like “Remember” urge readers to stay connected to their roots, emphasizing the importance of ancestral knowledge and the interconnectedness of all living things.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
I finished part 1...... and then....... went back to my social media news feed that I had purposely neglected for the better part of this week
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst12 months ago in Poets
I would be remiss if I didn’t admit that I often reminisce over my collection of wrong place trophies but I don’t regret
Did you figure it out? No doubt He's the one for you! And I understand That you are concerned To learn That I still don't think
By Kendall Defoe 12 months ago in Poets
Have I made myself clear? My dear, I just don't believe it's true; It's you Who thinks love is real. Your zeal Impresses me a lot.
Uevoli is my very best friend, We rendezvous on the routine. When we’re together we have boisterous fun, Uevoli, and I, and all those inbetween.
By Amos Glade12 months ago in Poets
Anchored together Like a two-piece puzzle We never had a chance Working blind, no direction, no reference, and yet,
In the bustle of days that never slow down, We build our lives in a busy town. But amidst the noise, the schedules tight,
By Katina Banks12 months ago in Poets
Remember me I wish the future was bright And full of stars But I know soon We may be far There will be many scars Because they hate this world
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
I fog up the cool silver glass with hot air from my lungs, the kind that whispers of attainable dreams, the kind that could fill a balloon
The perfect food for me A chippy tea It’s Friday night, the time is right To get a chippy tea. I am so happy, tears roll down my face
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
