I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea, Bright orange leaks down to swallow translucence. I don't remember who I used to be.
By Harbor CecilleV+3 years ago in Poets
I won’t be fooled by cunning counterfeit In a market of lovers selling stock, If it’s not from you, the birds can have it.
By D.K. ShepardV+3 years ago in Poets
Peel back the layers of my fire-blistered skin — Religiously anatomize my body and mind; There, you will find both virtue and sin.
By j.e.ridpath3 years ago in Poets
I did not want to reach this part, To watch you turn your gaze away, Where nothing soothes my fractured heart. * You sought to see me at the start,
By Hannah MooreV+3 years ago in Poets
In dawn's embrace, on hooves of frost, we ride. Through winter's breath, where silver branches gleam, A dance with shadows on the snow-clad tide.
By Amanda AlexanderV+3 years ago in Poets
Do not speak to me of birds and bees, For there's no value found in life, I see not woods for burning trees. * I walk among you as disease,
By J.P. Williamson3 years ago in Poets
The cataclysmic shudder of fate’s wings Sets forth the course to launch my virgin flight Yet still—the firetail finches sing of spring
By Paris RosemontV+3 years ago in Poets
"Yes." I inhale. "You are quite right." My golden embers burn into the sketchy dusk and fade away. "It is much easier to lose yourself at night."
By Caroline JaneV+3 years ago in Poets
I will not go gently into the night, But rather walk along the path of day, So gladly step through sun's increasing light.
By Natalie WilkinsonV+3 years ago in Poets
Each darkening day, each deepening night: trees gone bare on the oldest hill. we're not quite ready to lose the light. *
By Dane BH3 years ago in Poets
We gave the best of us, for all to see. In poem and prose, we bared our writers' souls, And penned our way through twenty twenty-three.
By Dana CrandellV+3 years ago in Poets
I did not think my life would be this way- my childhood self had many different dreams. My yesterday is nothing like today.
By Penny FullerV+3 years ago in Poets
We cannot save the sea— but perhaps oceans might start to heal without humanity. * Pollution spreads dreadfully, ice caps melt daily. Often, I feel
By Alison McBainV+3 years ago in Poets
Wings of geometric lattice rest in perfect arc upon cocoon. Long forgotten in the dark of nature’s attic, this little atlas moth shall soon embark upon the moon.
By Gina C.V+3 years ago in Poets
Remove that scarred blanket covered with regret and bathe in light of a distant, blazing star. The speed of love is radiant, never forget.
By Lamar WigginsV+3 years ago in Poets
suppose unbelonging had a color a wrongful grayish hue with half the value night falls under: . dark dim horizoned star in wonder
By MorganaV+3 years ago in Poets
Where landscape steals from steel-cold, frozen, cloud, A smoky glen, with gentle, noble sheep; I greet the dead with nods and smiles, aloud.
By Conor DarrallV+3 years ago in Poets