First Draft

Hallelujah, King of Kings
And when the storms begin to rise Your steady hand will calm the waves in me You speak peace into the chaos And my fear bows at Your feet
By Logan Stanislaw3 months ago in Poets
I don't want to.
I don't want to eat. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to dream. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to shower. I don't want to hope.
By Sara Wynn3 months ago in Poets
As Quiet as it Gets
I remember you longing for silence; You took it for yourself. It was all you wanted. Any noise invisible, all interruption deplorable.
By Sara Wynn3 months ago in Poets
Good Company
Baby I ain't afraid to be lonely Cause when the day comes to an end everyone else has gone The sun has set I am what I've got left
By Sara Wynn3 months ago in Poets
The Librarian
They gave me a name, but never told me it would become a library where every borrower leaves a page. I comb through the stories left behind,
By E. B. Rowland3 months ago in Poets
Future
Future doesn't exist, as a friend or a foe, it is a weighted dread that lives in the present, haunting us with a moan. Future hums under its breath,
By Kera Hollow3 months ago in Poets
Heather in Wonderland . Content Warning.
A crooked creek and river of fire burn paths through old-growth forests, mantel-melting magma charring beds where hawks once scavenged for fish, the desolation of cypress felt in their scarred, burning knees.
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
My Most Hated Poem
A/N: Have you ever had a piece of work you absolutely hated, but can't seem to get rid of? This unfinished poem is that, for me. Something about it feels like I was trying to WRING artwork out of myself during last years Vocal summer poetry challenge. Forced rhyming couplets, strained prose.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Poets
Political Forty
Your fortieth one: The Great Communicator? Comprehend this...
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
Crazy from the Heat
Crazy, hazy heatwave blistering me, Temperatures rising, thermostat lying while sweat drips from blazing skin, Oppression, convection
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Orwellian Buffalo
Flocks of boomerangs cloud every light Every building and street corner A panopticon Always on Day and night Creatures scurry for the illusion of privacy
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Falling
Repeating the cycle, I'm falling again. Down the rabbit hole. Here we go again. I've been on this ride before. But the fall still scares me.
By Lane Burns3 months ago in Poets