Elegy

Tomorrow Never Comes. Content Warning.
Introduction I am finding these Vocal poetry challenges quite amusing it that they state the poem must be a minimum of a hundred words, so does that mean that haiku, senryū (川柳 ) and other short form poems will be diqualified or not accepted.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Surface Impact
I exhale tiredness, inhale confusion I know life beyond this bubble exists But can't feel beyond the protection Because yes it's protective, a fortress
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
carroll
a man took his dead wife to the moon six weeks ago. -- pumped full of adrenaline, hands shaking and lightheaded. tachycardic and short of breath,
By Mallory Rose5 months ago in Poets
Wrong on EVERY Front
From ‘Trickle-Down,’ to ACA, from W-M-Ds, to climate change... From same-sex marriage to denying evolution; from a single-payer option,
By Chris Z6 months ago in Poets
Decaydes. Content Warning.
Introduction This is a Dansa based on how time gets shorter as we age. It seems to go in the wrong direction, but I have written many times on this subject.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Normal
No, he is not; he is normal Normal, just like everyone else I heard at the head of the hospital bed, by the heartbeat of my mother
By George Roast6 months ago in Poets
A Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it make fruit like a flower in the sun? Or crystallize like quartz when rocks run?
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Poets
silently screaming
the first time i said no the first time i spoke my mind was the first time i was burned alive my flesh peeled off my bones melted down
By Courtney Ann6 months ago in Poets
before the after
The landscape grieves a loss, as do I. Distraught and unhappy with change... I recall details of that playground better than the builders who sketched
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Poets
Elegy
"mourns a person, place, time, or idea that has been lost" and it seems the lightest, but "ideas" I feel most at the moment
By Ellen Stedfeld6 months ago in Poets
Evening's Elegy
The wet canvas where no paint dries descends its gray veil that thickens with the slipping sun Purple and gray drip down over persimmon and gold
By John R. Godwin6 months ago in Poets
The Last Day of School. Runner-Up in After It’s Gone Challenge.
On his feet, which once I held to my palm, Soft, and tender and trusting of my touch, His shoes, like mementos of daily harm,
By Hannah Moore6 months ago in Poets