Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I get dizzy when I stand up I feel weak all the time I am nauseous every day — But I’ve barely eaten anything I think with a smile
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
An appetizer should be the prep For a meal that will be a first step. - Drinks (an aperitif or two) * Sides will have to be such
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Can I get my tickets here, And is anything good playing this afternoon? * My friends might bring beer (They told me they’d be here soon).
A dim witted, suit fitted, Calvanist mortician Me an embalmed, tag along, severe lack of contrition Fluorescent divine darkness, cubicle coffin, purgatorious condition
By Harrison July Hamlettabout a year ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
I‘m lacking the motivation to do anything. Not that anything really matters anymore. It all feels kind of pointless. I’m tired of getting out of bed everyday.
By Jasmine Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I was not planning to stop here— but my feet slowed as if the ground itself asked me to listen. Halfway down the block,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Checking, always checking, the sign on our lawn waits— for someone to visit, for someone to fall in love. While I hope and wait,
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Poets
Not one tongue, but multitudes, are spoken here, In dappled light and deepest, shaded green, A lexicon of life, both far and near,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Through the forest, they crashed As the adventurers swung and slashed At every vine and lash Clink clink As their swords struck the stone
