Authentic Universe’s “I” energy Inconsumable Blackness derivative Galaxy clusters … absorbing, claustrophobic, anaerobic, monophonic, compressing swirl
By Diana6 months ago in Poets
Writing a lot Not sure about the plot Plenty to say Wondering if anyone reads these stories If they are good enough So much competition
By Christopher Beard6 months ago in Poets
Nothing was clear But we kept going Never really knowing Thoughts were flowing The work was ongoing Wasn't sure if it met the criteria
They looked happy Next they came running Stampede towards us Time to move We had nothing to prove Looked like they were now in a mood
Breathe in Breathe out I'll be all right It's just gateway tissue right? ~ Tiny hinge. Pink myth. National infrastructure.
By Iris Obscura6 months ago in Poets
The death of Kindness released a mournful dirge that echoed far and wide. Its fractured body became the moon, which showed in pieces, jaggedly out of reach.
By Natalie Wilkinson6 months ago in Poets
I’ve watched people auction their discipleship for something that hums softer against the skin. For tranquility rehearsed so well
By Marcus Hill6 months ago in Poets
For the summers, the voices, and the shoreline that time quietly carried away On my grandmother’s porch, there was always
By Takashi Nagaya6 months ago in Poets
The Ink of the Artist, The Words of a Poet The artist dipped his hands in blue, And painted skies the daylight knew, While poets stitched with quiet grace,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Day The Sun Burnt Our Dreams The morning rose too brightly, without mercy in its glow, A golden blaze that filled the sky, too fierce to feel like home,
The Rose Every year he brought a rose, same soft smile, same careful way, like the first time never left, like it never turned to gray.
I. They told me, quite firmly, “Efficiency is a threat to order.” I laughed, assuming satire was finally government‑issued.
By Kristen Barenthaler6 months ago in Poets
