Her name is Heather. Her name is common. Her name is ... a name I don’t care to say . Her name is haunting Her name is memory.
By Dean Traylor7 months ago in Poets
A glow stick doesn’t glow, until it’s broken. I’ve been thinking about that all day. How something has to crack before it can be seen.
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
I’m looking for something yummy I know you have something good I can smell it hidden here somewhere Open this drawer, let me look inside
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Poets
In here but don't want to stay Not sure if I will get a day It is not a place where you can play At least I don't have to pay
By Christopher Beard7 months ago in Poets
I’m trying to write a poem about sadness, the kind that fits inside an accepted shape, where loss and sorrow are polite enough
Which Way Do I Go Without You The door still closes with your echo inside it, a soft and stubborn sound that will not fade,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
If you stare too long at humanity The Devil stares back He dots the I, crosses the t, and is sometimes the why - The people screaming for kindness and empathy
By Sean A.7 months ago in Poets
Somewhere between the darkness and the dawn, thoughts race like startled deer, surprised by the unknown. So much that comes to mind,
By Rasma Raisters7 months ago in Poets
Left out Talked about Shunned Left benumbed All alone Feeling like an old crone Excluded by friends Relationships ends
Whispers Of A Sexual Fling Whispers of a sexual fling, move between each look we share, soft and low and full of tension,
She sat in a room, in the dark, Behind locked doors, Constantly dimming her light, Her soul, Because she was afraid of failing.
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
You gave me a sprig of bird cherry blossoms, in return I handed you my heart. My palms on your chest yours around my waist,
By Cristal S.7 months ago in Poets
