There are places shaped just like you, a velveteen hush housing spirits of a long-forgotten place I simply cannot be bothered to touch
By K.H. Obergfoll7 months ago in Poets
She is the room I used to live in but the keys no longer fit in the locks. I see her in old video tapes— the easy conversation, lips that didn't
By Annie7 months ago in Poets
Beauteously Lush & Poetic Dusk drifts in on violet feet, soft as a baby's breath on the moss‑green stone. The last birds fold their music,
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Poets
The news came softly through the dark, in someone else’s care - your Agnes typing gently words to say you’re no longer there.
By Georgie7 months ago in Poets
Ms. May, with your two-lips of pink, I pray pardon overstepping your hedge. I see you associating with daisies pushed from the dirt with last season’s reign.
By Jessica McGlaughlin7 months ago in Poets
My brother resides down in a pit. A decade of friendship we shared and I miss him so. He refuses to dig his way out. His soul rots, never again to grace my home.
By Brier7 months ago in Poets
Since you left, the days don’t break the same, They gather slowly and call your name. A quiet settles where laughter lived,
By Anthony Chan7 months ago in Poets
Before I knew to question, I thought the problem was me. Everyone else seemed to fit so easily— their voices sure, their prayers smooth,
By shallon gregerson7 months ago in Poets
Harrowing about a mayfly having only one day to amour, such a rush all solitary in its profundity —wilful its start as a naiad within a grip
By Gerry Thibeault7 months ago in Poets
You want me to speak on loss? About what remains when the person who carried you fades away? Cells. The fact that her DNA now only lives in my brain. I mean, sure, she lives on in my sisters, but what will I have left when they’re gone, too?
By Bianca Serraty7 months ago in Poets
There are hushes below my lips. The war of costs to my heart. Not letting go: Shajareh Tayyebeh girls’ elementary school in Minab,
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 months ago in Poets
i AM UNSURE OF WHAT DAY TO DATE THAT POEM...THiS POEM; 2 POEMS DATED (POSSiBLE) DATES MY FATHER MAY HAVE DiED (AND THE NEXT DAY; AFTER...A SATURDAY):
By jAKE RiCHARDSON7 months ago in Poets
