After It Was Done It didn’t end with anything clear, No final word to mark the line, Just smaller shifts that gathered up,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I have a red hot core. That soon may sputter cold. The manual shift of gears Too fast for me to hold. I run when I should stay,
By M.7 months ago in Poets
I turned off the lights, hoping the darkness would bring me peace. But the silence was not empty; it was crowded with a voice
By Hazrat Umer7 months ago in Poets
Walking Home The pavement stretched the same as always, Each step one you’ve walked before, Yet something in the empty street,
I have two older sisters, and we were exactly raised the same. That being said, the only thing we have in common; is probably our last name.
By Alaine Hay7 months ago in Poets
From a 1979 poem written during my LA Times paste-up days to a 2026 film with my own vocals. Green, black, rainbows and a literal rainbow on a brown/beige striped couch.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
It could have been the last words Writing it down But thoughts not what I wanted Describing the feeling was painful Thought it would have been the death of me
By Christopher Beard7 months ago in Poets
The silence was deafening They couldn't stand the emptiness The loneliness on the outside The space on the inside Looking for something to fill the void
Lying there on the fluffy thing I didn't hear anything So comfortable The softest pillow Feeling so mellow Never knew what was below
You might hear them creak Or maybe even squeak What if they really want to speak? Would this make you freak? Maybe they have something important to say
They thought I was a loon As I walked along singing a tune I was so out of tune Something was bound to go boom I said I would see you soon as I walked along singing my tune
Making something up Just so I can pretend There will be no end It is amazing I keep gazing Something I am raising Endless fun
