Life as a Poet Knows It
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Writers Block
For one split second, it's like everything's right there, and I can see everything just the way it is. But then it's like waking up from a dream and everything slips away, and the memory's come back. But when I can see everything, and my heart and mind click and fit together, it's like looking at the most beautiful sunset, or watching a hawk fly or maybe just looking out over a snow covered lawn. It's diving into the ocean to see all the colorful fish and the great reefs. It's like flying, everywhere. And you can see it all, but then you wake up. Then it's gone. But not really because it's all still there. In your heart and mind, just out of sync, waiting to come back. Waiting for that click.
Anna PalmerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnymore
Nowadays I walk on floors that are my own. I've been to the past and I've seen my future and I've slept in a shallow grave.
Amanda FishPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOld House
Old house with all your memories, of years fleeting by you. Sheltered, all the children as they laughed, loved and cried. I loved your winter warmth, old house, and your summer shade. The feather beds, the kitchen stove, the quilts that mama made. We always loved your every room, run down as they would be, the front porch swing, the picket fence so sweet now in my memory.
Roxi RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPapyrus
The withered planes of aged papyrus read like shallow pools of cryptic braille. Alleviating the curiosity of tentative fingertips,
Jamie WilkinsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHarvest
My legs sprout new bruises every day and I’m never sure where they come from or from whom or whether they send their regards
Daisy LennonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpace Watches Me
Space Watches Me In different forms When I’m hiding Or when I’m crying The sky watches me When inside, I’m dying Or when I’m whining
Jamal HamadaniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCan You Cry?
I wish so desperately to be normal. I long for a day, even just for one day, without the constancy of pain and numbness
Moriah ConantPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn Pursuit of a Better Me and a Better Way to Be
Another night alone Another night at home This path I'm on This path I have chosen Is a hard road to travel People stop and stare
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime of Chaos
Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
Mindy SleeperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Caged Bird
I ask you if you’re alright… You tell me that you're fine. But I know you too well… I know you’re feeding me a line. I can see you’re tired and fed up.
Steven BaldryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Baths
I beg off baths Claiming my limbs too long to fold themselves Inside the tub I site discomfort and joints like glass The sad sick truth is, really,
Jordan WarrenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Hope
As another day turns to night and so the night becomes the day As mother bird takes to flight I embrace my hope and find a way
Michael McArdlePublished 7 years ago in Poets