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Twelve Days of Hell
French hens and turtle doves, swimming swans, laying geese— what does Leda think? Twelve days of invasive birds calling piping, milking, dancing, leaping,
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Corneal Static. Runner-Up in Static Challenge.
Darkness enveloping darkness eyes soaring scouring sinking searching redemption No none no light not outside not within no silence nothing but a hundred white dots taunting trembling treacherous dots engulfing entrapping entangling (Exfoliating? Extravagance!) Extraordinary dots peeling the dry corneas of my soul reaching inside getting ready to gut the grieving thoughts blink No tears just a thousand white dots multiplying like meercats, suricats, or just angry cats with their claws and their cackling screeches deft ears picking up on screams long gone your voice echoing in this nauseating nothingness A million white dots mullying over whether I deserve a second chance Mullying? Mull-y-ing Mulling? M U L L I N G O V E R What's "deserve" ? What's "second"? Why? their words their worlds their choice for they have filled and taken every piece of me that smelled like you there’s nothing left behind my eyes but darkness living breathing darkness made of dots .
By Sasha Desideri3 months ago in Poets
Creatures
The creatures of creation sleep under a blanket made of straw and stars and softer things that rhyme with the words the goddess spoke to
By Ernest Taulbee3 months ago in Poets
Hubris
Close the streets, we scheduled a parade, complete with festooned floats, marching bands, dance troupes, antique cars—hell, we’ve even got veterans
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Rooted in Ash
The trees do not ask why the wind breaks them. They drink the rain that falls from grieving skies, and bury their sorrow where no one can see.
By Nelo3 months ago in Poets
The House Beneath The Scarlet Moon
The House Beneath The Scarlet Moon The house stood silent in the mist. Its windows watched the fading light. The scarlet moon climbed overhead. Awakening another night.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Good Morning, My Funny Friend
Good Morning, My Funny Friend Good morning to my cheeky mate. You made me laugh before my tea. Those giant eyes and crooked grin. Are smiling right back here at me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Hard-Hearted Jasmine
Hard-Hearted Jasmine Jasmine wore a smile as sharp as winter glass. She welcomed every neighbour, yet none were meant to last. Behind lace curtains, behind polished doors, she swept away compassion like dust across the floors.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The March of the White Man. Content Warning.
Beware, when the white man comes to your shores For from the moment his boots hit your ground He will submit you beneath his foot
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 months ago in Poets
You Leave Me Waiting
I watch the storm building, advancing across the plain My leaves quiver in anticipation For the growing excitement of you
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 months ago in Poets
We Are Alive
Those dark times we feel The times we feel stuck Feeling like no one understands Like nothing is going right Those black thoughts in our minds We wonder why we have them Are our minds being mean Does our mind hate us
By TheAlivePoetess3 months ago in Poets
Who?
Who crushes the caterpillar’s wings? Who listens when the butterfly sings? There is no fright with a dog’s play bite But we are furious when the bee stings
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets