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Door #365
My door was open *** I held a shiny quarter of a room somewhere I haven't been through a door unaware it was left ajar
By Michele Nampalli5 months ago in Poets
A Gift Of Life
A Gift Of Life A stranger’s kindness reached through pain, Through tears that fell like steady rain, A mother’s heart, though called to rest,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
ODE TO A CUP OF COFFEE
Oh dark and voluptuous cup, whose bitter heat scalds the tongue and wakes the blood before the mind, whose heat warms my cold hands.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Last Days
When the last days came for us, I didn’t know they would be the last. I thought they would be like every other day so far:
By Snarky Lisa5 months ago in Poets
Choices For Rejoices
Choices For Rejoices Every morning brings a choice, A chance to follow an inner voice, To walk a road both good and true,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Last Call for the Living
with your chipped coffee mugs, while you hum, “Springsteen never lied about the working class.” Hell yeah. But just wreck me, love. Properly ruin me, all arguments forgiven— it’s time to punch in at that fluorescent hell and fade out.
By Muhammad Yousaf 5 months ago in Poets
Aging Is Not for Sissies
Say It Again challenge - The Prompt: Write a satirical poem that repeats one line at least three times. Each time it appears, its meaning should shift or deepen. Repetition can sharpen a point or quietly undo it. Here, it needs to do both. Build your poem around a line that comes back at least three times.
By Denise E Lindquist5 months ago in Poets
The Nearness in the Dark
The wall quivered like wrinkled skin before a twitch. Outside, the vervain shuddered as if something with a windpipe brushed past.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
Thank you
Sorry all I am verified but vocal won’t let me post…..even got a letter from stripe to prove still vocal ignoring me🤷‍♀️ A Special Thank You
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
EARLY-BiRD EPiTAPH
EARLY DOESN'T ALWAYS MEAN YOU GET THE WORM; OFTENTiMES, ALL YOU GET iS TO SQUiRM AT OTHERS' SUCCESS WHiLE YOU'RE LEFT SQUiNTiNG AT YOUR OWN REGRETS...FROM THE NOSE BLEEDS WHERE NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN BEHiND YOU…TRULY?
By jAKE RiCHARDSON5 months ago in Poets
COSMIC BLUES 1992 — by Vicki
Cosmic Blues 1992 is a memory film set to music; a blues reel pulled from a decade when San Francisco still hummed with old ghosts and new stories. Some moments never fade; they just wait for the right song to wake them. This piece carries the Palace glow, the Polk Street neon, the barefoot trolley ride, and the Native films we brought to the festival. It’s part memory, part music, part time capsule, a slow burn of truth, fog, and the kind of moments that still echo through me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Deadly Silent
In the middle of the night Nothing moved Could have heard a slither Quiet enough to make you quiver Maybe it will be like this forever
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets