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Well Old Son: Part Five
V Daisy-chained clouds gather in wine-stained morning skies. A placenta of rain sweeps over him. He's a milky tear in a red tissue. He's a tissued petal scattering in an emphysemic wind. He's a silent orchestra: rusted strings, perforated brass, disfigured percussion, withered woodwind. He's a blue echo haunting voiceless thought.
Stevi-Lee AlverPublished about a year ago in PoetsAching Hearts
Our love once burned with such bright light, A flame that filled us both with delight. But now that love has flickered and died,
Abhorrent Behavior
Dear Hate, Or do you prefer Mr. Grumbles, Grouch potato or annoyed as shitmeister? I know, I know, you hate all the cheery "dear" crap. In fact, I'm sure you hate that I am writing to you at all. You'll probably hate the size of the text or hate the choice of font. You probably even hate that it's typed and not handwritten.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Humans
Dear Humans, I've watched every circle around the sun, From daylight to none. I've seen the birth of beautiful planets,
Rebekah BTPublished about a year ago in PoetsBlossoms Buddies
Amidst the city bustle, I find myself Gazing up at the sky with a smile, The scent of spring in the air As the cherry blossoms bloom in style.
The Little Things That Make Me Miss You
My dearest friend, Of course the big moments are there, the memorable pains, 4am, howling into my pillow and holding my stomach,
Gwendolyn PendraigPublished about a year ago in PoetsMystical Cloak
A misty veil descends upon the earth, Obscuring the landscape from our view. A cloak of grey that muffles sound and mirth,
Jazmin FernandezPublished about a year ago in PoetsMeeting the Parents
Hello, Well, I know you don’t know me But believe me, I know you See, I’ve grown to love the man your little boy grew into
Girlhood Wonder and Beauty.
A girlhood, oh what a magical timeFull of wonder, and memories divine Of playing dress-up and dolls with friends And never worrying about how the day ends
ARJ GamingytPublished about a year ago in PoetsAn Ode to Fur
Dear Cat, Let me count the ways Wait, no, that’s already been done. Perhaps I’ll compare you to… To…to…ugh, nope.
Kelly RobertsonPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Love
Dear Love, Today I want to write you a letter and thank for the treasure you are that makes the world better. Dear Love, When you’re inside of me I’m high as a dove. You are the greatest gift that has been sent from above.
Joe PattersonPublished about a year ago in PoetsImagine this.
We met in the spring of 2016, I distinctly heard a bell ring. I closed my eyes and there you were, all smart in your Army gear, with a personality that lit up my room.
Dawn EarnshawPublished about a year ago in Poets