You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Rivers blood flow paths of gold and empty promises rich know, rich don't care * stink of priviledge swollen calf, painted luxury
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
Lithe movements Svelte frame Willowy build Sylphlike features Gracile dancer ******** Her lithe-like movements On her svelte frame
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
amidst birthe ande deathe the delicate importance of separatione to finishe or commence to breake ande be whole it's in the middle
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
ribs protruding, stomachs rumbling, a gnawing hunger, feet bruised, bloody, and sore, as the last remnants,
By Marvin Lee6 months ago in Poets
With you I am well pleased, though it may not seem that way. You ain’t got to forgive my absence, because there was no excuse for it.
By Real Poetic6 months ago in Poets
Tonight void of stars in the midnight sky Just the same an empty head Not remembering the last time she'd written him a letter dutifly expected to be read
By McKenzie McQuade6 months ago in Poets
The rain came overnight, and temps dropped from Fahrenheit high forties to low thirties. Raindrops pattered on the hood
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
i still have light i still have sky i still have some strange Will to try i toss i turn Remember Yearn A skipping stone
By Barbara Steinhauser 6 months ago in Poets
Dear Klaus “Horses are the opposite of humans. They are loyal, trustworthy, and loving. My father hunted me for a thousand years. The closest he could get to me was killing my favorite horse.”
By Hridya Sharma6 months ago in Poets
Hello, death. I got your message. I found the gift. The possum on the roadside whose pouch I checked for babies; colder than air. Emptier, too.
By Suze Kay6 months ago in Poets
Still, I can see your shadow Roaming through the house Lit by evening sorrows The way you walk through the Alabaster halls
By Lana Broussard6 months ago in Poets