I aim for the throat When lips quiver And tender sentiments rise IN LIQUID RIVERS When shallow breaths take A form of disguise
By Victoria Yadira2 months ago in Poets
That deep slow thick sweetness Rich like caramel Breathing like stolen kisses in parking lots behind bars, the heat of memory burning
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
They say I was lost at sea. Lies. I lost at sea, lost my ship, lost my men, lost so many battles with Poseidon. You’ve heard those songs,
The sands of your beaches, unlike any other, soft powder dusting your wet body while you danced, hips swaying to the rhythm that begets life, your graceful arms
We are the lost singing in soot but each wing flap speaks of freedom that's why birds sing, even caged.
By M.2 months ago in Poets
They call you a sorceress, a witch bedeviling men. I know better, know how soft a yielding goddess can be. I’m happy here at home,
Stone Clock if the wheel turned once more to grant a second skin would the rebellion still fade into the dirt this time or would we walk the perimeter of our future
By Alyson Smith 3 months ago in Poets
Do you save your best words? Which ones do you spend like casino vouchers? (Do you) Keep some cash tucked away in your wallet
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Today’s the day the world changed. I wasn’t there—or maybe something that wasn’t me yet was. Nature opened her coral seas, serenading
(Before the Beginning) There are some things this universe has never been able to explain. Why certain stars insist on shining long after they have already died.
By Zakari Runge3 months ago in Poets
If I love you again And you break my heart One last time I will bury you in the yard And your children will eat the fruit. I will raise them He will do your part And I will love them Though yours they are You break my heart One last time I will bury you in the yard And your children will eat the fruit. Into the garden We will go Come, children Into the garden We go
By Sara Wynn3 months ago in Poets
Oaks older than the Union, Confederate ghosts haunting branches rise above the tree line, eclipsing the sky. Creeks whisper
