I look at you and wonder, how you came to be alone. How one so warm and colourful could curl up like a stone. How underneath that tangle of sheets, and slips, and frocks,
By Michèle NardelliV+3 years ago in Poets
Glory be To those who wove The fabric of these sheets Of countless thread and of exotic origin Whose very comfort has been transferred
By Sam Rogers3 years ago in Poets
You’re a ponytail The way I imagine you in my hair, Tugging gently, Reminding me Of your eternal mark On my mind. Everlasting light,
By Test3 years ago in Poets
You lurk, more glittering than glass, a silent afterthought to the bite of your bitter sweetness. You burn like raw tobacco, unlit.
By Rob AngeliV+3 years ago in Poets
The incandescent asphalt fuming in the boiling sun, As you imprint the light-hearted weight of your whole body On its searing coarse surface, barefoot.
By Andrei Z.V+3 years ago in Poets
On all those nights too quiet, I'd feel the halt of his breath. His chest would expand then compress, Yet the air from his lungs would not let.
By Kali Mailhot3 years ago in Poets
My words would never see the eyes of you if not this mundane thing I use every day and even nights when the gentle whisper of the muse
By Jussi Luukkonen3 years ago in Poets
We fight behind the kitchen dinner table like clockwork. Dinner is served, but so is the next argument. Dishes break as my voice cracks, “Get out!”
By Bella Leon3 years ago in Poets
Their significance is underrated And thus, it should be propagated To all those willing to embrace The lack of its own commonplace.
By Elizabeth PetitV+3 years ago in Poets
Forget time and space and the foreverness of all, Move on from the speed in which an apple will fall, Switch off the observatories chasing light from the past,
By em3 years ago in Poets
“Laudate Laundry Day” Glitchy neon advertises open 24/7 a broken dryer and the ADHD propensity for procrastination propelled me into this industrial desert at 13 minutes past Saturday’s noon
By Sara LittleV+3 years ago in Poets