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Why Does No One Talk To Me?
Not so much a poem as a series of statements laid out to look like a poem, so that makes it a poem. We all want some attention, sometimes just a tiny bit but consider what other people's situations might be.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI cannot live without the cheers
My home is the world of Theatre Where divas sing and dancers twirl. I cannot live without the cheers. When the curtains rise, I appear
Catherine BurfordPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPinion
Bushels of planted mint, placed in rock gardens, gently tug at the acrid desert pinion. Memories of scent are given to the unwary, delivering unsuspecting glimpses of future dreams, of hopes not yet delivered.
Zane MottelerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHer Mind is Perfect
There was a break in the rain so she took her chance. After careful consideration of the most casual, nonchalant, thrown together, this-is-how-I-always-look but P.S.-I’m-the-hottest-shit-you’ve-ever-seen outfit she could muster, she grabbed her bag of necessities and headed for the closest coffee shop. The new coffee shop down the block, complete with thoughtful elegance and vintage revival furniture with an industrial twist, was all the rage these days. She happened upon it one day and enjoyed the hot chocolate. Today she would have this hot chocolate; it’s perfect for a break in the rain.
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A very specific cat wearing a very specific hat might have been the beginning of the discovery that the thoughts and sorrows of a horse could reveal
You
The moment in which the ripple of your sounds found their way into my eardrums, I became paranoid and obsessed with the vibrations in the air that is your voice.
Jay ArzetaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome
What is home? Home is a short compact word that carries a lot of weight Never to be underestimated but always started by fate
Daisy CarvinPublished 3 years ago in PoetsCloudy with a chance
Sometimes Only sometimes, When I’m afraid that when my lips part Tears will fall instead of nouns. Or fist will lay instead of punctuation marks.
Morgan McCoyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Home that Hides
Why is Home so hard to find? A victory lap - A state of mind. A steady state to which return Is something that you try to earn.
Aniko MikesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLas Tortillas
Crickets and sunsets chaperone my journeys home after long days. Welcomed with an aromatic bouquet of flour, fat and water burning on a hot griddle.
Pablo Angel CastroPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhere Is The Heart
A home Is not always four walls, a ceiling, and the luxuries of a house. A home Is built on love. Fosters understanding.
Kent BrindleyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsRound and Round we go
Round and Round We Go If you'd obliged, I'd give you the sweetness of my words And pray my pen not to be a liar.
Morgan McCoyPublished 3 years ago in Poets