Waiting... . . . . Waiting on responses stuck in corporate purgatory, trying to be proactive chasing, typing, still stuck...
By Alexander Stoddart7 months ago in Poets
Where Smoke Became the Sky, 1800’s The city did not sleep at all, it turned both night and day, With wheels that ground against the stone, and would not fade away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
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By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne7 months ago in Poets
Hands That Could Not Rest, 1700’s The morning did not break with colour, it pressed in dull and low, Through narrow gaps in shuttered wood, where little light could go.
backward I step on the pathway behind our home through the farmer's corn across the county line the hands on my watch spinning through time.
By John Cox7 months ago in Poets
Oh what I'd give to quiet the space behind my eyes... my last breath‐ and for perfect silence?... everything. ~ No longer am I looking for a momentary stillness,
By JM7 months ago in Poets
I created a space for you Then I wrote you into a corner without saying goodbye *** Tonight the crescent moon rises and the window mists
By Michele Nampalli7 months ago in Poets
Good morning, I say to myself. After a night of troubled sleep. For I hear your voice, Your sorrows, Just the day before
By Manisha Dhalani7 months ago in Poets
It slips surreptitiously through the hourglass, one painstaking grain at a time, counting for the sake of counting. If you watch
By Harper Lewis 7 months ago in Poets
Something there in the corner Not sure which way it looked Staring but seeing nothing Felt a weight that was crushing So heavy I think I was blushing
By Christopher Beard7 months ago in Poets
Staying calm Nothing you can do Getting annoyed Waiting for more Wonder what will happen next Sitting tight Something didn't feel right
There it was Then silence But there it was again At least we thought A gentle sound A visitor from outside Maybe wishing to come in