You see me here, my dear friend, day by day, slipping away. I can’t walk without help. I can’t breathe without a tank.
By Dean Traylor7 months ago in Poets
Black Water Prayer Knees press into ground that cannot be seen, weight carried without knowing where it rests, eyes lifted toward a sky that holds its silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
at a tender age, i fell off the monkey bars and hurt myself. i was barely able to walk, so my mother took me to the chiropractor, who manipulated my fractured spine without an x-ray. "young and healthy, you'll bounce back," he said. he sent me home.
By kp7 months ago in Poets
Echoes, sound bouncing ideas whispering inside other ideas, ghosts from the present past and past present stroll over their own tombs,
By Harper Lewis 7 months ago in Poets
I Was Parting Along My Days Just Fine 🙂 Until One Day, We Got Shocking News, All Of A Sudden, Summers, Dragged, and I Felt Cold Out Of The Blue... 😰
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)7 months ago in Poets
AI No not Allen Iverson Artifcial Intelligence Chat GPT, Claude, Gemini etc, etc, etc Do I use it, do I run from it How will it change my life, my work, my thought process
By LaShunta H7 months ago in Poets
You buried your only son with your tongue, Maria. Who speaks of him now even in cornfields laced with starving revolutions?
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 months ago in Poets
The mountains were blue, wrapped in a blanket of silver mist. The air tasted of pine, and secrets kept by the ancient earth.
By Hazrat Umer7 months ago in Poets
Too Much Sadness Makes the Heart Bitter There comes a point where sadness changes shape, Where it is no longer soft, or tearful, or kind,
FILLER 2-17-25 Love is.. the filler that connects, every empty space, the cracks in the walls, our every trace. It is..
By Victor Mendez7 months ago in Poets
Elegy for a Season That Didn’t Announce Its Leaving It did not leave with a door closing, no clean hinge of sound to mark the hour.
By Teena Quinn 7 months ago in Poets
Ink Beneath The Skin Your face is written over, not with names but with noise, Fragments of something broken, the echo of other voices,
