Life happened while we were busy living it. But only a few months ago you said, “You’re smart, but your heart is an idiot.”
By Michael Danahey2 months ago in Poets
The cards press close with a truth I’m not ready to claim, The Hanged Man binds me in the ache of not yet choosing. The Tower warns softly: whatever I decide, nothing stays the same.
By Bree Phillips2 months ago in Poets
I wait where Wisdom hid Herself away, the chamber sealed by fear and history’s hand. Return, beloved—enter while you may.
By A.K. Treadwell 2 months ago in Poets
I need to know the things I know you knew But you did not cross my path of urgent things. I missed my chance to ask those things of you.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
I reach for Sky-Blue where the daylight fades, The river bends with echoes—echoes I cannot name, A sky so vast it burns me through the shades.
By E.S.Flint 2 months ago in Poets
sometimes I’m looking over feeling sad you’re walking paths where roses lie some roads are paved in ways I never had I dream of dreams while going mad
By Lyrical Logic2 months ago in Poets
If the lantern burns on, it is because of you, I say, As the midnight rain stitches my shadow to the ground, For the days that vanished still cling to me like clay.
By Takashi Nagaya2 months ago in Poets
Far-off, bright, vague-remembered home sans time sans place sans lies sans night Though ere creation I (and Thou), yet surging sound preceded me
By Paul A. Merkley2 months ago in Poets
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I must dance, there’s no time, no space to waste I can’t stop, I won’t stop until the day I’m great
By Linétte 2 months ago in Poets
The river remembers, remembers what we cannot hold, Ashes in the wind burn under the sky, My hands claw at ghosts, claw at ghosts that won't grow old.
Ever try to explain depression? Watch each word fall short, whittled into something slight. I keep regretting every softened confession.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets
(1)I’ve been carried with so many sins- (2)Sadly, I went through isolation, exclusion, and judgement… (3)I felt remorse everyday and night…
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 months ago in Poets
