Tip-toe, tip-toe, sleepwalking through the fire The touch I know well, flame’s sweet caress “Wake up!” She cries, draped across the pyre
By DB Maddoxabout a month ago in Poets
A crow’s shadow illuminated the moon, Flying past the space above the trees - Leaving me where I couldn’t see. The night held still, playing an altered tune.
By Kathy Tsoukalasabout a month ago in Poets
Some things should not be seen only to look away My eyes are on the screen . Children wail and neighbors scream watching loved ones dragged away
By Sonia Heidi Unruhabout a month ago in Poets
You see the whole world from the backseat Don’t draw attention or make a sound If you behave they give you a treat - Keep your clothes clean and neat
By Judey Kalchik about a month ago in Poets
I don’t want to be read—I want to be seen. Still I refresh the numbers, watch them feed. Yet every night I bow before the screen.
By Richard Patrick Gageabout a month ago in Poets
Oh, how the past is haunting I’m crawling back, while looking forward My, how the future is daunting • Every memory, lesson, emotion is prompting
By megantevasinabout a month ago in Poets
I waited for you in the hall, You said you wouldn’t be late, So I kept listening for your call. But hours passed with nothing at all—
By S Sherie Wilsonabout a month ago in Poets
I waited for you in the hall, You said that you’d be there. So now I wait for you to call. But still not heard from you at all.
To whom does the lone, left-behind loon call? His companions made for sun past the lake - Upon empty shores does his wraith song fall.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a month ago in Poets
Learning to give up is me, looking back only to see a bed of open air. I can never just cut myself some slack.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a month ago in Poets
My mother regretted the way I was made, she tried to love me with a measured grace, but I always saw the shadow of what she weighed.
By angela mckendrickabout a month ago in Poets
Each night the stars return, but not your face, The silence pools where laughter used to be. I wander hallways time cannot erase.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
