an owl bats the air with one wing on the East wind, one wing on the West wind— the lilt of the land like a live wire, up and down
By Kate Kastelberg V+3 years ago in Poets
On the way in the fast push of the sea Will fill each bomb hit hole we do not want to look at With sky like blue. On the way out, the sea lays bare each dip, new and old,
By Hannah MooreV+3 years ago in Poets
Ties his hair back with my hair tie Eats the soup I made Will call from work to tell me NPR said...and I know you love...and do we need...and I love you.
By Amelia Grace Newell3 years ago in Poets
"You will not know true love till you love you," a man says as I wait for my ride. I do not say a word for I know this is the last time.
By Kelsey SybleV+3 years ago in Poets
A hall made for beer and wine I feel like a lie, and step out into open air take a sip. “Hi.” Meet an eye. “What?”
By Jen Parkhill “JP”V+3 years ago in Poets
My love for you is like an oak, Grow tree grow. From bud to leaf and seed of rust, Sap wood run in root of lust. Grow tree grow.
By Natalie WilkinsonV+3 years ago in Poets
A sun’s waxy heat rays draw a line down each long limb, gild our wet skin on skin, slow time, melt shy coy from a new
By Teresa RentonV+3 years ago in Poets
i tend to lean into the ones who give and i find that i take them and i love them too much and when they go i feel
By kazmyn 3 years ago in Poets
The word just came out. You stop, eyes wide. Love, you said. “I love you”. I stop too, by your side. You look away from me, and I can tell –
By Katie Dee3 years ago in Poets
You whip that iced milk into foam so well, Chef. Boss. That icey on the cake. Suds come over. Flow the bowl. Fill up the
By G. Douglas Kerr3 years ago in Poets
The once read poem That you made for my blue eyes Why did you burn them away? * To make it easy To bare the pain in some way
By Some Guy3 years ago in Poets
Hard goes the way on a path made of loss, of feel and look then numb and dark. A cave with gold, here a ruby, here a ring and
By Kait ThursdayV+3 years ago in Poets
If the rain only knew Had only felt One vein upon your hand One hour in your eyes It’d see no need to fall Or cry To sour and then dry
By david love3 years ago in Poets
In the heat of the day, our son’s call is an echo from his play set in the far yard. *** You, bent next to a plot of soil,
By L.A. Hancock3 years ago in Poets
Safe in the car at last I peel off one heel then the next the kiss/hug/bye play put to rest Take care, home safe now's over with
By Ava MackV+3 years ago in Poets
So this note that I rote is for Nell It’s my hart that I hope I can sell I don’t want to lie I’m stil very shy I just hope she won’t juge how I spel
By Earl W. PearlV+3 years ago in Poets