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Autumn winds and cloudless skies
Midday in the middle of October, There’s no traffic down the street, and everyone is busy. Looking up, you’ll find a cloudless sky after so many days, wondering if the sun will grace us. The sun will warm your skin but ever so slightly always be out of range.
Rambler's SocietyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMother where are you?
Laying on my bed watching a photo Of you laying in a hospital bed Your stroke ridden body Medical devices wrapped around your head
Eddie HeathPublished 3 years ago in PoetsOwly is someone.
a flurry of finger pats sniffing soft swollen insides dwelling ss. / squishy and sweet in strawberry milk pink green and blue
When you get the wrong kind of grilled cheese, go to the land of trees!
Saw three trees today. Or was it four? My stomach, my core wasn’t I had to blow my nose Two to three times I think I had a nap before that
Phoning Texas
Yesterday I tried a WhatsApp call with a great friend in Texas. We speak and chat on an almost daily basis and care greatly for each other , but yesterday the video was just not playing at all. So we actually had a WhatsApp phone call. This is inspired by that phone call, I hope you enjoy it.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 years ago in PoetsGod will see you through
When he was young, He was dumb, He did bad things just for fun, Not realizing the ones he hurt, Apologies now do not work,
Youth
Heated menthol burns back into her throat—a hazy column rises thin between her fingertips. She lets the wind ash the cigarette
Emily KitazawaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsFor Jack Kerouac
Restless-- Spiritual wanderer, have you found It yet? Your words like diamonds shine; provide us Light on this spinning wheel.
Melissa LaussmannPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMemories
Memories build cities, they live inside us, in you in me, neighborhoods where we tuck in the safe ones kiss their foreheads,
Emily KitazawaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLetting Go
Sometimes things get so twisted So many things I have listed Hanging on to everything.. death grip, hate words on my lips
Kim MalonePublished 3 years ago in PoetsTree of Life
As a tree Your roots hold you up and help you live a strong and healthy life, If you thrive, they are happy, Yet if your roots are surrounded by toxicity, branches of happiness may break,
Mikey MayaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsJunk Drawer
Drawers of a memory’s bones, sea shell geodes, sparkling, but not for us, and certainly not to please you. A well oiled rainbow dancing up a horses woven neck,
Elizabeth Virginia LevesquePublished 3 years ago in Poets