In the approach of serious matters, rhyme is a distraction that only clatters hollow, noisy emphasis on endings, even if it causes the middle’s rending.
By Harper Lewis 7 months ago in Poets
purple veils seductively strewn over every cross in town, like Mardi Gras did a striptease home from Bourbon Street, earning those beads the hard way,
** hickory dickery dock how that man celebrated his cock but when he turned around and his knickers fell down turned out, it was only his sock
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
light is heavy shadows illuminate sweetness acrid bitterness bliss excruciating ecstasy devilish delight wicked wanting
Fuck a god who only comes twice. Give me a goddess, a real one who rises every spring, looking forward, always, to going down
When does a secret crush become Dangerous ? Can crushing be invasive? Sexuality sabotaged into someone else’s Fantasy .
my skin is silk, supple, slubby in the right places, pink as a promise, holding me together, sun bronzing me into goddess status not statue
I fell so far so fast, spiraled out of control, lost myself in you, a thief in the light, appearing like a god or some apparition,
On how we learn to hold both the weight and the weather of being alive I used to think wisdom would arrive like a verdict—
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Poets
This is Bob. Bob believes in snacks, soft pillows, and absolutely no cardio. Long walks, absolutely not. Short walk to the treat jar, elite athlete.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
A house keeps every word you thought dissolved into air. The morning after, the doorknob flinched. at every draft— as if your hand might return
Who keeps chasing a girl after getting stared down the barrel of my daddy’s shotgun? Someone who jumps out of airplanes
