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Warping
I want to time travel, go back to eighty-eight, drinking kegged beer in a field, maybe making out inside the tree line, a hand under
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Crimson Testament
I planted devotion in a garden of black soil where roses climb the trellis like slow, patient flames. Each petal is a small mouth opening to say what hearts cannot. Poe would look for rot here, he would mourn beside a raven’s watchful eye, but this bloom is rich and stubborn. It is velvet-red like the hour before midnight. It is the quick pulse beneath your wrist when I hold it to my lips.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
THE DAY I LET YOU GO
THE DAY I LET YOU GO I held onto your memory, For longer than I should, I kept believing one day, You’d finally be good.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
THE WOMAN I AM BECOMING
THE WOMAN I AM BECOMING I used to fear tomorrow, And wonder what I’d find, I carried all my worries, And kept them in my mind.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
ONE DAY THEY WILL UNDERSTAND
ONE DAY THEY WILL UNDERSTAND One day they will understand, Why I became so still, Why I stopped explaining things, When talking had no will.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Asterism. Top Story - August 2026.
Long ago, Poe wrote About time and starlight In his Eureka ramble I meditate on this as A handful of stars Peek owlishly between
By Aspen Marie 3 months ago in Poets
Fear VS. Courage
Fear is a chemical reaction Adrenaline rushing Heart beating in your ears Instinct hijacks Bodily control Logic fades to Internal unconsciousness Every time red flags wave Beads of panic Roll down a furrowed brow Survival the only goal Whether you run or fight The process continues Narrowing sight
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
The Waking
Wake up. Drink a tall glass of water with ice and lemon And reach your arms above your head. Notice your belly go soft as you inhale
By E. B. Rowland3 months ago in Poets
Burnt by My Own Matches
Burnt by My Own Matches I struck the flame with trembling hands, thinking I could warm myself without getting burned. One little spark for every promise, one tiny flame for every lie I told myself was love.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Circling
Beauty. Keats braided it into truth, meditating on a vase, contemplating the circle. Perfect circles are hard to come by,
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
When I Stand Before You
Your beauty it blows me down And your radiance, the brilliance Of your glow just stops me Where I stand, when I stand before you
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Lost In Music
Some Records And Books Introduction This is for Gabriel Huizenga's "Should I Depart Early" Unofficial Poetry Challenge that you can check out here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets