Here is a small, strange, and telling thing: I have always loved the airport. My heart for the liminal, and moments ungrounded -
By Gabriel HuizengaV+2 years ago in Poets
Your bioluminescence stopped my heartbeats. Eyes of fireflies: coasts of ardor / foreign dreams. As one, we plucked oysters from the
By Gina C.V+2 years ago in Poets
ends always come too soon or too late. in my dreams I hold a torch and bare foot on watery floor, mourning each night, I am
By R.C. TaylorV+2 years ago in Poets
The male anglerfish sniffs out his mate, completely missing the light show, her most alluring feature. I think I get it now.
By F Cade SwansonV+2 years ago in Poets
You grieve every lost relationship not just as the loss of a love, but as the loss of a life. The version of yourself that was only there
By K.L. GraceV+2 years ago in Poets
I held the kite alone this whole time, even as the winds tried to snatch this away. My hands are cut up from holding on and
By Alexandria StanwyckV+2 years ago in Poets
veins ran hot across the riverbed drinking in the rain, flowing, we surrendered to confluence until time made us a distributary
By Josh LoweV+2 years ago in Poets
You made me the mouthpiece of your horn, A base drum you could kick around, The barrel of your black flute, Strings to your violin,
By Kenny PennV+2 years ago in Poets
I want you to know how ruthlessly You disassembled me, and just How much bravery it took To regrow my heart, piece Myself together;
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
I forgave your mistaking today for forever, for penciling hearts next to all the dates on the calendar of our lives together, I
By Ava MackV+2 years ago in Poets
your love and pain are a measure of you. not him. your heart. your courage. lean into the pain and rage let it burn those bindings,
By L.C. SchäferV+2 years ago in Poets
I was out to sea, toes scuffing sand, You stood on the shore, line in hand, And at its end, me, facing Deeper blue and calling
By Hannah MooreV+2 years ago in Poets
but we were two dahlias in a world made for sunflowers, together, we grew in each other’s light, planted seeds, sprouted buds,
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
These streets have seen my first, wobbly steps, shared my joy of Sunday ice-creams. On the way to school and back, the town watched over me.
By K.D. Popiel2 years ago in Poets
Grow apart with me, my darling dear. Part like petals of a blossom, And the soft wings of a dove. Our stories intertwined,
By Mama MagdaleneV+2 years ago in Poets
Handsome even with paint on your nose Your plan to spice up our pale walls With tangerine polka dots Like orbs of your laughter
By D.K. ShepardV+2 years ago in Poets
I lay on our bed, thinking of you, hugging my coffee like it’s life. Macchiato memories from a tear-stained carafe soured our love, ‘till
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Bottle lays empty on the table, and the harsh words from your lips sting. Drank your fill, yet I was full; words can wear down a soul.
By Kate BoltonV+2 years ago in Poets
Into your arms I swayed - drunkenly, high on your love, your poise, your charm; a promise of a future that I nearly choked on,
By Amanda StarksV+2 years ago in Poets
“It’s not you, it’s me,” says the neutron. The other says, “Too crowded now.” “We should split up,” they agree. After kissing goodbyes
By J. Otis HaasV+2 years ago in Poets
~ You'd think a punch to the face would be the end of us, but then came the soft apologies. You cried, kissed my bruises, and made
By Heather HublerV+2 years ago in Poets
I wish I'd never walked in the rain found you under your umbrella sipped coffee at the café learned the taste of your name
By Justin BlackV+2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I just want to be alone So I can hurt until I’m numb. Each palliative gesture Opens the healing wound. We're so far apart
By C. Rommial ButlerV+2 years ago in Poets
Someday you’ll be timeworn memories: nostalgia stuffed in black bins, stale holiday decor in my mind’s basement. I’ll retrieve
By MorganaV+2 years ago in Poets
Your coffee cup had a pair of wolves touching noses. You’d raise your cup and clink with mine. “Mates for life,” you’d say. I’d chide you for
By Sonia Heidi UnruhV+2 years ago in Poets
indurate soul—stone, steel, and bones. i clash against your edges scouring for empathy. but brine does not drip from ironclad.
By Kristen BalyeatV+2 years ago in Poets