Any word will tell you that they matter: But they would be nothing without us letters. Chains of us link to make ideas that count;
By Rachel Deeming6 months ago in Poets
Advertised happiness Blaring from every direction Counting the ways Depression can be defeated. Everyone says to smile more
By M. A. Mehan 6 months ago in Poets
In the rhythm of life, the same routine day I began, A fifteen minutes' drive, turned to a three-hour detour unplanned. Thoughts swirling through my head, a heavy heart that I bear,
By V6 months ago in Poets
Accoladed for ignorace, beasts dance in droves. Cabarets celebrate the destruction of peace and hope. Erring on the side of
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
All is quiet The night is thick Nothing is stirring Not even an owl The stars are hidden Behind the clouds Moonless night
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
psychedelic world is dedicated to my my first favorite fashion designer the late great Gianni Versace Poem number 42 The bad
By Rikki la rouge6 months ago in Poets
All the while it was becoming more obvious my cat was seeking attention, dividing my brain into pieces of puzzles. Eagerly seeking to please, this sassy
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
The “Game of Thrones” Opening Titles & Theme Music - composed by Ramin Djawadi “It can be very dark and moody, but also beautiful and emotional at the same time”. - Ramin Djawadi on the opening titles theme.
By Grz Colm6 months ago in Poets
Alone in the world, she traveled. Battled and weary, fighting to reach her goals. Calmness is what she seeks. Determination never flagging.
By Suzanne Allen 6 months ago in Poets
This is just a little recap (and links to my original critiques) of last year’s challenge. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while and have just been slack. I liked the challenge because I was able to tap into my love of reviewing films etc. I also chose to write in free verse (rule breaker) to help me separate my ideas more clearly & write sparingly, given the 50 word requirement.
“Hollow Pins” Sitting here an echo in the wind like distant pins. No feeling deep within. A stabbing pain like knife blades
By Corey W Harland6 months ago in Poets
It took me long years and a thick gray beard to recognize the reality of my life. First and second acts lived on autopilot, playing out patterns and habits on repeat, a scratched record skipping to the same phrase over and over again.
By David Muñoz6 months ago in Poets