My third eye glazes over As the world grows colder A smoldering mass destroying us Societal entropy has a hold of me All I want to do is write and bring joy
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
I keep returning to the field where once I yearned a drifting hush lies over all that waits to fall and hear the voice of the child who first had yearned
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Our love was born in gold, on mornings bathed in sun And died in blackest red beneath the moon I fought to keep my soul, but fate, it seems, has won.
By Rose Esposito2 months ago in Poets
The tree flares on, but you are not here in the light. The wind disturbs the leaves, and the hallway air turns cold. I keep replaying that night in the bulbs' bare light.
By Diane Foster2 months ago in Poets
I’m slipping—losing track of things you said I’ve never been a fan of long goodbyes Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead
By Paris Rosemont2 months ago in Poets
I'm sorry for what I said Your fears I cannot quell You lie silent in our bed ~ The thrill of the chase has fled Your beauty has lost its spell
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 months ago in Poets
In the town San Miguel men are busy widowing. The hour knocks, the hammer drops, the padre rings his bell. . It’s a gamble, drinking from its sun-bleached well,
By Sean2 months ago in Poets
I was 4 years old the first time a man ruined my worth. Sitting on the knee of my ‘uncle,’ confused by his hand. “I love you so much. Don’t tell, or your mom will get hurt.”
By Hope Martin2 months ago in Poets
I should have turned away that bitter night, When shadows whispered secrets through the gloom. Now phantom footsteps follow in my sight.
The Orchard of His Youth I made his hunger holy every time he touched my skin, his youth an unripe peach I pressed to coax its gold;
By Lori Burchmann2 months ago in Poets
The Horizon Opens Before the whisper, before the chord, before the balloon caught wind There was a breath. A breath that stirred the archive,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
I slam doors at the thought of your rejection, This longing brews inside me and rises like a storm. I shutter at the thought of your protection.
By A.K. Treadwell 2 months ago in Poets
