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I don't want to be a know it all Who has to be everywhere all the time I don't want to be that someone who always has to have the answer for everyone about everything
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
A Mouthful of Glass
To me, friendship was a leech. A pick, plucking my veins like guitar strings, weaving a ballad of bereavement. A birch leaf caught between summer and winter, turning a brilliant shade of molten gold before it shrivels like waterlogged skin and rots into the ground like a corpse.
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
The curtain falls
You know, sometimes I wish I had At least three hands, Two brains, and—please—no spinal cord. I wish I could afford To drown in quicksands
By Andrei Z.3 years ago in Poets
Writing Haiku
In a recent Facebook post, the poet Roger Robinson advises artists ‘To have an MVAS: a Minimum Viable Artistic Starter. This would be a very small creative act to get your day started.” For the past three years, my MVAS has been to write haiku.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 years ago in Poets
She is Lost
She is shattered, broken and damaged, This latest battle within her life too big, even for her, She is a hot mess, lost in so many different ways,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Dream Big
The power is within you, child, To manifest your dreams. The Universe is yours to mold As your perception deems. ---
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Let Me respond To Your DM Here.
”You are just an OK writer But you really shine ✨ With your titles” - “Sure, you act nice I know your (sic) fake We all know it”
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Poets
Capture
It was in heady summer heat, sun tracing lines along limb lengths, melting inhibitions, slowing inner clocks, sticking us together,
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
My Name is Paul...
Author's Note: This is Em Starr's fault, as evidenced in the comment section of a recent poem I published called Do You Ever? So all the blame should be delivered to her. Also, if you get a chance check out any one of her fantastic little horror stories, and there is a truly stunning poem among the selection too.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Ashes to Ashes
Ashes. Blown in on baby’s breath. Careening off tricycles and kindergarten walls decorated with false promises of eternal innocence.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Two Paths
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” – Robert Frost Your heart makes my heart Sing a little song Your heart makes my heart
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
The Most Powerful Drug
Social media can be the most powerful drug on our planet. Once people use it consistently and excessively, they become conditioned
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Poets