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Find My Bones
My bones were strong, secured in scaled skin. Now you find them underneath your frail feet along the ground of Lyme Regis.
Katerina PetrouPublished 5 days ago in PoetsTalking To The Rain
Talking To The Rain As I sit upon a rotting wooden porch listening, I hear the words of falling rain dancing. Across the surface once placid but now rippled,
Dan R FowlerPublished 2 days ago in PoetsBird on a Wire
A colorful bird with a yellow head, white body, and blue wings, perched and sat atop a telephone wire. He felt sad because he was short and stout, and his brother and sister had just hurt his feelings.
DJ RobbinsPublished 3 days ago in PoetsDenouement
I am growing old Just as the rules become clear The game is ending
D. J. ReddallPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Cretaceous Terror of Insects*
Oculudentavis will not just glide off the tongue like Tyrannosaurus Rex and velociraptors would never pride themselves on being terror of insects,
Alison McBainPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Silent Dinosaur
The toy dinosaur on your bedside table hasn't roared in years; The batteries inside of it died a long time ago. But it was silent long before the batteries lost their juice.
C.R. HughesPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Burnout Train
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2024 – Gerrie Paino's “Night Train”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Apr.jpg?ssl=1
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published 4 days ago in PoetsShoutout to My Parasocial Elders
Shoutout to My Parasocial Elders, to my Community Healers whom I’ve never met. ⠀ Shoutout to Mimi Zhu who taught me to
R.C. TaylorPublished 7 days ago in PoetsMetamorphosis Chronicles | Pt5
There is a mosaic Beneath my feet Pages of poems Torn and taped together ❀ Beneath the soil There is blood And broken bones
Dinah the Grama-Saur
Dinah the Grama-Saur Technology Archaeology My name is Dinah, I’m a Grama-Saur. You ask, “What’s that?” So, I’ll tell you more.
DeEtta MillerPublished 7 days ago in PoetsEvanesce
We were alive at one time We lived and breathed We loved and wondered And yes we dreamed We felt our hearts beat to the rhythm of the wind
Indigo
Today you tell me you are a baryonyx- slender-nosed, crocodilian, a dense-boned, fin-spined predator who hunts the
Penny FullerPublished 7 days ago in Poets