To Feed My Eyes
You wanted to erase my memory From the sights dear to me Captured on photographs From our trip Horrendous Park with squirrels
Mirrelle BeneffittePublished about 21 hours ago in Poets
My First Spoken Word Style Piece (2017, edited 2021)
I’d like to share a dream i had In this dream I seen many things healthy trees green leaves a beautiful sunset with a cool breeze that helped set the scene
𝕚 𝕒𝕞, 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟...
i am. i can. ableist myth. ableist mantra. i got this. i don't need you. or them. or us. or anybody and their bids. __
Careless Beauty
Careless Beauty By: Jamesha Flowers I am a lady Could care less about your hating eyes
Jamesha FlowersPublished 10 days ago in Poets
Holding
It’s 9pm, I’m looking out at the dark scenery, Two storeys above, I can’t get enough Of these Christmas tunes, Or words from the pen I’m holding.
We Are Addicted
2 billion people living their lives addicted each trying to find escape in locked up denial. You are called an addict
Michael RedgenPublished 13 days ago in Poets
In the Wake of a Storm
You've just come in from a storm; it's not your fault it poured and despite your best efforts, you won't be dry and comfortable immediately.
Julianna ByrdPublished 13 days ago in Poets
Un-Shore
You use words to distance yourself from emotion. Like a child drawn to the ocean, wonderstruck: by its depth,
Korina CamelPublished 15 days ago in Poets
Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
Life as a Poet Knows It
Industry tips for new poets. Welcome to the Poets family.
America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Love Language
Love Language I’m doing my best to make this work out because I feel I’m losing grips of my current reality, as you’re the only thing
Burt BoileauPublished about 3 hours ago in Poets
The Hands
You moved by the rhythm, The rhythm I've created, I crawled by the movement of a beam, The beam you have shredded, Can you feel the heat from the palm of the Cajuputi tree?
istdennisaPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets
A Frozen Forest Night
So soft and bright stars shine above; My senses open to the wonder. With gratitude and peace and love, A fire burns within.
Forest WaterPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsLive Long And Love Hard
I often wonder what I would say to you If I ever had a chance, not that I will, I’ve thought long and hard for the words Although I’m sure I’m in denial still.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsFalse prophets
I’ve felt your wrath. I’ve felt your warmth. I’ve dealt with your toxicity and all your complications. I want a miracle, some kind of divine intervention. One where you’re stable enough to heal all my afflictions. The truth will burn. You’re not untouchable. I release you from your mundane bonds and the lies connected to me. I waited for a confession. I waited for a century. But instead you destroyed my faith. It took a blind woman to see. I will not be healed by you. There’s nothing you can fix. You can’t make me a martyr. I can’t love you for an eternity. Our brilliance shown no mercy. We had our time together. Our time is running out and it’s killing me. We took our vows. We had our anniversaries. What we built got washed away. And now I have my doubts. You’re a lying hoax. Placebos are a Hail Mary. I watched you plunge into hell and struggle to get out. I sought the cure. I’ve fought your demons and failures. I’ve crucified your wounds and heard your trumpets sound. My soul is immaculate or so I heard. I can’t be corrupted anymore. No longer will I be bound. Your relapsed are all yours. My words fell on deaf ears. I can’t serve a master and be enslaved anymore. Sickness is ugly. Mistakes can be averted. The blood we share reincarnates us and I hope we are reborn
Anna TorresPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsHe’s At War With His Demons
He dreams in technicolor, vivid and real As he chases his demons every night, Awake and asleep, he tries to slay them Not giving in to their terror and fright.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsWHO CARES
Who cares? When life isn't fair People waiting on the stimulus White House ain't even feeling us 2020 has been bad People walking around looking sad
Sonja EdwardsPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsThe scribble of relationships.
The blue wall that hangs in front of me With a mirror some inches far, A bed and a overburdened shelf stuck to it
Arushi SahuPublished about 15 hours ago in Poets
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