Quiet Messengers robins I ache for you in ways unspoken, in silent hours that feel half broken. Your voice still lingers in my mind,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Inside my closet Hanging clothes To many shoes Purses galore Cds I don’t listen, to anymore Decorations for the holidays
By Jennifer lindquist8 months ago in Poets
Remember Me One Day When silence folds around your name, And life no longer feels the same, Will something stir inside your chest,
Once upon a dry stick of hope, When empathy is gone, Told to cope with pains and falls Until we snap under bricks Meant to keep us safe from uncertainty.
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Poets
You are nothing but good when I am nothing but not. An imperfect, rash, fickle heart… You say, “Come as you are.” It is all that You ask—
By Mezmur8 months ago in Poets
Crawling around spaces - a closed lens replaces - only seen through the ravine - and every stackhouse isn’t serene - having no traces of faces - nor receptive laces.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson8 months ago in Poets
I jaywalked to the police station this afternoon with a copy of my book for the sergeant who had mercy on me when I tore through town
By Harper Lewis 8 months ago in Poets
I was a fat girl. Not the funny, quirky one you see in movies who is average size in baggy clothes. Actually fat. They called me “fatty” and “chubbs.”
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
The Swirl That Would Not Settle It pulls me in, this restless turning field, A spinning thought that never finds its end,
Ah, yes! This looks like a good spot. I’ll just lie down right here. Oh, nice and warm. Is that what you see in this? Oh yes. This is really nice.
By Mother Combs8 months ago in Poets
In the back of the crowd, Things felt less … big. I hid because I was sad, Not because I was scared. I had already lost others, of course -
By Maura Bernstein8 months ago in Poets
Trauma and Mental Illness This poem is about trauma and mental illness. It is about what happens when a person is harmed and does not return to the way they were before.
By Teena Quinn 8 months ago in Poets
