Whirl me, swirl me, my-best-girl me. Dance me through the stratosphere while we kick up our heels in stardust with Saturn’s rings on our fingers,
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets
Foot pressed into the broken stone, heel then sole, black hem caught around ankles, toes spreading under cloth. One hand opens beside the thigh, closes, opens again; white hair slides across one eye and rests against the mouth.
By Ahmet Nazif Sati6 months ago in Poets
Iridescent green in the bowl turning pink when moistened with a brush tip coloring my lips with the benibana, in thoughts
By Natalie Wilkinson6 months ago in Poets
There was a person once who laughed louder than anyone else in the room. The kind of person people pointed at and said, “See? That one right there…
By Zakari Runge6 months ago in Poets
I just want a time where breathing feels fresh and clean not damned the moment the wind blows that wonderful smell of blooming flowers
By Sheila L. Chingwa6 months ago in Poets
Follow me my friend and I’ll follow you, let’s make all our tomorrows, be filled with sunshine again. When you cry silver tears,
By Rasma Raisters6 months ago in Poets
Emotional Immaturity Causes One To Make a Mistake And To Be Totally unaware that it's a mistake The hardest thing I ever wanted to know, was how to let you go...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)6 months ago in Poets
Throw Away the Key to My Heart You stood outside my silence Like you still belonged inside Hands full of old excuses Eyes with too much to hide
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Sweetest Romances Are A Fantasy For Me I watch the films with quiet eyes, Where lovers dance through golden skies, Their laughter floats like drifting rain,
Wash those dishes as fast as can be Forgot to switch over the laundry and cleaning thing After picking up the kids and heading to the store
By Sarah Danaher6 months ago in Poets
I built our home on the tracks. Laid the foundation carefully as to not disturb the rails Planted a garden of annuals- they're beautiful, aren't they?
By Sarah Lenn6 months ago in Poets
A woman walks backwards up the street and into a cafe. At the door, in a trick of telekinesis, a disposable cup flies from the trash bin and into her open hand.
By Tyler Clark6 months ago in Poets
