They called it a coincidence at first, a familiar face at unfamiliar doors, echoes where silence should have lived, footsteps woven into ordinary days.
By Nelo4 months ago in Poets
Oh, happiness, I see you dancing in the light of her eyes. She laughs as though the wind has forgotten every storm, as though tomorrow has already promised to be kind.
There is a way the mind learns its own weather and begins to call it architecture. It builds rooms out of heaviness. It hangs curtains made of thought that never quite open all the way.
By Taylor Ward4 months ago in Poets
Half the year is gone now, and time is accelerating as I edge closer to the end of my stay here. I never used to think like that when I was a younger man. Younger people feel immortal, you know,
By David Muñoz4 months ago in Poets
Flocks of boomerangs cloud every light Every building and street corner A panopticon Always on Day and night Creatures scurry for the illusion of privacy
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Windows of Blackpool One eye held the sea at sunrise, salt caught in old postcards and air, the other kept the lamps awake,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Introduction This came to mind because I know so many people who do not seem to be able to move without a car. I know if you live in remote areas, you need a car, but my dad would use his car to drive across the road.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
Dragonfly Between Seasons A dragonfly crossed the evening air, thin wings carrying quiet change, and somewhere near the shoreline wind
His 4-year-old hands were dug into mud. Once dirt, the creation had been concocted with the aid of the bird bath. His mother shakes her head,
By Emily McGuff4 months ago in Poets
To her, I was never only cotton and fluff stitched at the seams. I was the first one her small hands reached for when doors slammed,
By Tina D. Lopez4 months ago in Poets
Life brings many storms, always tears mingle with fears, love comes and goes, only true love stays. When blessed with that true love,
By Rasma Raisters4 months ago in Poets
Written in a moment of frustration, The Dream Crushers is a raw reflection on the lifelong pressure to shrink, obey, and silence one’s creative voice. I’m sharing it exactly as it came out — unpolished, unfiltered, and honest.
By Victor Mendez4 months ago in Poets
