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You Can't Lose Me
There's a pain in the soul when our words don't combine, they just don't rhyme, when emotion runs logic out of time. I see the look we hold in our eyes, we're both surprised by the pain that we objectified.
Dani BananiPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWherefrom Sprung the Boundless Night?
Wherefrom Sprung the Boundless Night? If the universe is boundless and in each and all directions, There are twinkling stars and quasars, solar flares and mass ejections,
Dominic AnthonyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Pit
Again I find myself in that withering pit… In the gloomy shadow of its walls where I’m overwhelmed by disappointment and inadequacy.
Published 3 years ago in PoetsHer Dark Beauty
There was a darkness to her. Not an evil darkness, but a darkness all the same. A darkness that made a little uneasy. Not the uneasy which gives way to death, or something horrible to occur. The kind of uneasy that excites his soul. The kind of uneasy that makes him feel alive. The kind of uneasy that knows, she could be the one. Fear struck him. Not the kind of debilitating fear that consumes all life, but the kind of fear that knows she is right. He looks for an undeniable message. Is she the one? As he lights his sage to clear the air, to clear his mind as to concentrate of the question he wishes to know. But to clear his mind would mean he couldn't see her anymore. The skin he wished to touch. The lips he wished to kiss. The color of her hair illuminating his way during those lonely days. He could not think straight, with her stuck in his head. He needed to do something, he needed to do the right thing. But without clarity, he couldn't say what the right thing was. Would he tell her of his feelings, or would he simply let it go? Only if, he could connect to the divine. Only if he knew of which path, she walked. Only if. There were too many only ifs. So, he would choose the safest route. He would choose to ignore his feelings. She would never know his thoughts.
Jason WhitePublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhat if You Are Not a Butterfly?
Hey, you, wallowing in the daily grind, chopping wood, hauling water. I see you. I see your struggle, I see your pain.
Maria Shimizu ChristensenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsGo to Sleep
a creak in the night makes the bedroom feel like a dungeon below a castle, fit for prisoners rather than someone who just wants to sleep,
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHe Loved Her Not
color me surprised that he left her behind the moment she got too close to his secrets— when, really, his biggest secret was himself
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLonging to Carry My Life
The night turning Has my life not been pain forever? When I speak aloud, I am gossamer, a trialed poet. An extreme scream at the most. A whine with no laughs,no peace at each seam.What is so premature - madness? Speaking loudly, I churn and turn to stories. I now speak slowly and softly, I can hear my blood flow loudly as what my thoughts once were. Lost in smoke, I prepare for the dive into love-Longing. Core is the core of longing for a throat to carry.
Jiselle KamppilaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsTake a Chance on Me
she wasn’t star material, at least to look at, and the judges knew it from just a moment, until she opened her mouth and out flowed
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAlpha Omega
We the people are the change called to rise up We the people stand together to show We the people are larger in numbers We the people continues to grow
The Write of PassagePublished 3 years ago in Poetstexts from friends
Good morning! I think it will be! Let’s lay on the floor together on Zoom soon. Thanks for always seeing me.
Kathleen SherryPublished 3 years ago in PoetsDisability
Disability, Yes it’s a scary word. But it’s not like a horror movie where you are the monster. Yes I know it seems very sad.
Emily FarraigePublished 3 years ago in Poets