Elegy

Migration of the season of soul
How can beauty be stored in a single soul? How comes despair does not let us explore? What if we do not know how to mourn?
By Cristina Pomanaabout a year ago in Poets
Corrections to an Obituary
She's gone, he tells me. The woman for years at death's door has succumbed, and despite my name following lies in her obituary,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
If I Die Before I Am Ready
If I die before I am ready let my body become wildflowers growing in the cracks of concrete. Let my bones feed the roots of trees nestled underneath manicured lawns. Let my teeth be scattered like seeds the wind forgot to bury. Do not let them call it tragedy. Do not let them fold my name into a prayer they never meant to keep. Dress me in color, in laughter, in all the names I claimed and all the ones I never spoke aloud. If I am taken, let me become a thousand soft rebellions; a hand held in a hallway, a banner waved at dawn, a child who says 'this is who I am' and is not afraid. Remember me not in silence, but in the wild where no one ever asked you to be smaller than your joy.
By K.M Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
A Requiem to the Lordes of Poetry
Poetry is my blood it's full of pretension, that's a word, don't look it up, it's a word. Trust me and trust my pen. scrap that, cliché
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Hands That Hold
I have learned the art of gathering — not only apples bruised with sweetness, not only grain folded like gold into sacks,
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Poets
Funeral for a Father
In that brilliant Caribbean light we took his body to a wall (a unique burial; all for respect and faith made right). My mother spoke to the priest
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
when the madness came. Winner in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
when the madness came and the prophets roar’d petty fiefdoms laid fair Camelot waste, were you there, my friends, fore the nation warr’d?
By John Coxabout a year ago in Poets
Elegy of Leaves
dance in crisp delight Chlorophyll lamentation naked trees evoke * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another entry for the Falling Leaves Challenge.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Hummingbird
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Scars in Silver
Dear Moon, You have followed me longer than my own shadow. I write to you tonight not as a poet, but as someone who has run out of places to confess.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Poets
An Open Letter To the Young
I must apologize to you, for us leaving such a mess on our watch. * I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t think the Constitution
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
In Memory. Content Warning.
I don’t know what happened and I don’t know if I want to know I have my suspicions of why you went It doesn’t matter now, I just hope it didn’t hurt
By vibrant ghostabout a year ago in Poets