Third Place. Youngest child. Bronze Medal. Borrowed books. Pretzels. Chlorine. I loved you once. I guess I still do. Do you remember when we were kids together?
By Daniel Bradbury7 months ago in Poets
The desk has become a tideline of what was once a shore. 📜🖋 The jars of ink have hardened into obsidian, their depths no longer stirred
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
What Justice overlooked in that cold season No monument hath since seen fit to label, Though thirteen men and boys were marched and fallen
Flowers for Algernon Required reading Eighth grade I sobbed for weeks 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ I was Charlie I was Fay
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
A hollow monument Constructed in Honor of my memory The only evidence I forgot Is carefully archived Forever locked away
Caught between the barricade’s divide, Drowning in shame As others' lives Intertwine with my own. Where should we have drawn the line?
By Sun Bee7 months ago in Poets
Processing Pain Through the Unique Lens Provided by My Tormentors * Everyone knew better than I did, Accusing me of things
Was Junior religious? A black kid that finally got the big German shepherd they always never wanted. Learning responsibility while they relied on me for the morning loaf and fish.
By Willem Indigo7 months ago in Poets
...."And now what's left, of hands that have given so freely, their fleeing warmth? Bare against the instrument that soiled them.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher7 months ago in Poets
an evening moment that caught me off guard and also expected * an evening moment expectedly unexpected clarity clouded with the opacity of love
By ali7 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is about someone who was once respected but is now a pariah destroyed by rumours and lies. The music is Tim Buckley's "Once I Was"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
June Snow Living in perspective, lines never meet. It is such a contrast, the wall, not the wall, the description on the wall beside
By Gerry Thibeault7 months ago in Poets
