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.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The World Stands on Standby It feels like the world’s on standby again, Holding its breath through unbearable flame. The sky wears a fever no rain can erase, As summer returns with a psychotic face.
Beds are made, Bathrooms are scrubbed, Hallways are clean, Now, It's time for grub, Pots are all washed, Surfaces are gleaming,
By Carol Ann Townend4 months ago in Poets
I Won’t Argue Over Tomorrow I won’t argue over tomorrow, It has not spoken my name. Today is all I truly hold, The rest is wind and flame.
Hair rising as if it were alive, I typed out the end of my answer, And with bated breath, I pushed send. Rumbles of thunder entered my ears,
By Rebecca Patton4 months ago in Poets
As a music educator, the first thing that comes to mind when I think of static is scratching. Please listen to the following video as you read.
By Julie Lacksonen4 months ago in Poets
Against all wise words, I showered before my sins. I wandered through hot air wishing for a storm. The carriages were empty, the evening gray.
By Chloe Gilholy4 months ago in Poets
Long before the station signed off, we stopped reaching for the remote. The screen became snowfall that never settled, only hovered
By Tina D. Lopez4 months ago in Poets
Rain falls in gossamer threads of water, silky strands that will later braid into streams, creeks, and rivers, flowing, flowing,
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
The voice comes before the silence has time to settle. Bright. Pleasant. Carefully recorded. It thanks me for reaching out, as though reaching were the difficult part.
By Nolan Reed4 months ago in Poets
I noticed it this morning while washing a cup you once held between both hands. The skin around my knuckles has begun to fold
By Jose Mejia4 months ago in Poets
If you have come to learn you are in the right place Or perhaps it is the wrong institution Either way you might find that you are here to stay
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
