skip the far-fetched i've heard it all before and i feel horrible that you heard it from me first i can see right through
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Ashes in My Pockets I leave the house lighter, But only because I’m carrying less fire. In my coat—two small furnaces gone cold enough to hold:
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Lanterns of Salt I keep them on the sill— small jars of ocean, rimed with yesterday’s weather. By morning, they frost into stars,
--- - --- (that's the sound I long to hear) --- - --- (every once in a while, at least) --- - --- (the sound of little to nothing)
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
You don't know yourselves. Run away. Don't think. Meaningless words on tongues. Go out into the streets and roads. Perhaps your mind will return.
By ahmedibrahemabout a year ago in Poets
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I pace the shallows Waves lapping my shins As the tide rises My time grows thin I see the end on the horizon Yet, can not change my path
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
standby light, standby bright the last light I see at night a stark reminder, if you will of the impermanence of life human frailty and fragility
When the city went dark, we found each by sound - a kettle dropped, a laugh cracked open, a prayer caught mid-word. - Someone brought out a lantern.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Poets
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I hold on to the little things Were all these items in a store I would not think to buy them Now not much else means more
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Frigid wind pulls all the life from earth Knives of cold pierce the skin A song that plays in the night The warmth drains from without and in
