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Poetry in a bottle
Poetry in a bottle Imagine having everything in one place You could help yourself whenever you wanted Or share some with others
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
The Answer
Someone will come along. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not when you’re still counting the cracks in your heart like they are constellations only you can see.
By Zakari Runge2 months ago in Poets
For an Audience of One
The curtains unfurl, the stage is set. There I am, up there standing before an audience of one. *** The words I speak,
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
An Hour In My Memory
If I gave you an hour in my favorite memory It would start with the calmest breeze One that gently picks you up and places you where you want to be
By Ty2 months ago in Poets
A Poet's Halcyon
Maybe I’m not good at poetry Maybe the words were meant to write me instead All I know is that written tongues transform into ballads of agony and some of ‘love confounded’ when really it’s limerence.
By Nova Binx2 months ago in Poets
A Guy Named Guy
Do you recall a guy named Guy? Caught before he could set the hated flames upon the king and the Parliament inside. ***
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
Living Dead Poet
My friends say, "Your voice matters. Someone needs to hear this. Keep writing." They heart my poems then scroll past to a woman in beige
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Thursdays Could Be November
Thursdays could be November dressed in rust wrapped in gray and blurred by fog filled with echoes of long sighs death, not quite done
By Ellie Hoovs2 months ago in Poets
Outcasts
We are all . . . . outcasts No one fits in everywhere at all times. Someone will make us feel Ostracized Dismissed Ejected.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Poets
𝕃𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕
i peeled back like a delicate flower layer by layer thought by thought touch by touch word by word afraid but unafraid
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
Spending The Afternoon with Good Friends
She made pineapple upside down cake Reminding me of my mother as she would bake she made the same cake until we all couldn't take it anymore. Can you imagine that, she couldn't shake her making of pineapple upside down cake!
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
GRANNY’S BIG BLOOMERS
GRANNY’S BIG BLOOMERS Granny has big bloomers, She hangs them on the line, All the kids at school tease, And ask me, “Are they mine?”
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets