* your absence gnaws at me, devours. the woe grows worse than in the day during single-digit hours * alone in cold that overpowers
By Cristal S.2 months ago in Poets
The river looked so beautiful today, flowing over stoney fish bed. Just one more chance for anything to say. Murk crept, lurked, from the spill near the bay.
By Jessica McGlaughlin2 months ago in Poets
Today my thoughts repeat, a looping hymn, the reel of blood and warmth begins to spin— and still the demon laughs beneath my skin.
By SirenEcho2 months ago in Poets
Another challenge I won't win, I clicked "submit" but now I'm filled with doubt. My entry's live, the wait begins. I refresh the page, my head's a spin,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
unraveling her tender silhouette a whimpered tug of kindred wriggles loose is this as close to known as i will get a throbbing knot of unrelenting text a sticky pit of suffocated truth unraveling her tender silhouette
By kasia gawlak2 months ago in Poets
Where on earth did we go wrong, my brother? Pleasant companionship turned combative Such sorrow and grief we’ve caused our mother.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 months ago in Poets
Dear moon, we are aligned tonight. The clouds obscure you like my trials in life. We want to escape but the grip is too tight.
By Carl Hartman2 months ago in Poets
I watch her grow and hope the past will not repeat. She carries my fire, bright and impossible to tame. I promise her a love that will never know retreat.
By Autumn Stew2 months ago in Poets
I sought the root of all my fears Psyche shredding, body razed Now I paint the sky with acid tears ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Rift opened spewing lost years
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
What if the love you give is only borrowed time? I've known the way devotion turns and learns to bruise. I hold my breath, trust you, soft, fragile, and mine.
In shadowed halls where heroines falter and flee, I pledge my heart to the queen of the night Her venomous charm spreads beautifully
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 months ago in Poets
This isn’t written, it’s acidicly coerced, Felt the fame of mine rebuked, rally for a false heaven—how’d they word it, a curse.
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
