They tell us the universe is not silent. Between galaxies, beyond the reach of every telescope, beneath the oldest light, there is a quiet hum.
By Megan Janousek4 months ago in Poets
The mirror never startles me. It has always served one purpose. I look. It answers. The exchange takes less than a breath, so brief that I have spent years believing realization happens the moment we open our eyes.
By Nolan Reed4 months ago in Poets
Lone Goose on a Spring Night Under the 360-degree celebratory continuous song dome of the spring peepers, A lone goose is calling out in the dark. Staccato honks plaintive and mournful, lost and alone.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 months ago in Poets
Well here we are, I keep getting this error message now when I try to contact help on vocal ? No links works ….stripe say I am all ok there end …..got my verification ticks two off them ….what does vocal give me in return ?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Padded memories Stored like Tetris in brown paper A temporary time capsule of cardboard Humming on standby In a living room that asked
By Laura Roodenburg4 months ago in Poets
They call you a sorceress, a witch bedeviling men. I know better, know how soft a yielding goddess can be. I’m happy here at home,
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
About to get out of bed Sitting getting ready to eat Breakfast time again Sun is up Not up to much Getting hungry Need to eat something
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
You were standing on the beach Next thing you are going down You can feel the sinking feeling But this is not normal sand
They come from a strange land Some think they are grand They love to play in the sand I have never seen any in a band Though I would take a gander
Her recipe book is so enlarged, the thinning, yellow pages had to be bound with a rubber band. I -SNAP- open the sticky rubber and -POP- the paper flies.
By Kera Hollow4 months ago in Poets
My feet were glued In quicksand I tried wiggling my body My throat started closing My hands started to sweat The quicksand tightened
By TheAlivePoetess4 months ago in Poets
Don’t Kiss Her… Then Come to Me Don’t kiss her, then come to me, Bringing borrowed memories. I won’t wear another’s goodbye, Or believe another lie.
