My mind starts up before I wake Constantly running like a Broken ticker tape Frozen, I await the silent alarm Haunted by specters
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
I went pants shopping today, I went to a new store, one with a flashy SALE sign on its windows I went straight to the wall,
By Kera Hollow8 months ago in Poets
We Do Not Want World War Three The mothers stand at windows tonight, quiet, listening for distant thunder, Not from the sky, but from men who move pieces across maps and oceans,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Dance the Blues Away❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Repeating the Mantra of Liberation > > > . . . . Sweet Funky Stuff . . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne BYE8 months ago in Poets
We awaken to a surveillance state being constructed before our very eyes, our faces and posts and lives gathered into 'lovely little databases,'
By David Muñoz8 months ago in Poets
I am writing this like a letter though I do not know where to send it. ... The world has a way of misplacing the things that matter most.
By E.S.Flint 8 months ago in Poets
Bow down to the shine To body, to world, to fault spirit Let us be god! -No- and turned away pink cheek, Save yourself and save us!
By Diana8 months ago in Poets
Nostalgic I am and art comes to my rescue. I cannot bring back time but I can relive moments by my paintings. So, I did a theme close to my heart,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
I pray she would choose her own good, not rebellion. Let her see the countless miracles that swirled around her, as fall leaves,
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
purple veils seductively strewn over every cross in town, like Mardi Gras did a striptease home from Bourbon Street, earning those beads the hard way,
By Harper Lewis 8 months ago in Poets
We are all here to write For some it is a delight Hopefully, nothing is done out of spite Because we all want lots of likes
By Christopher Beard8 months ago in Poets
The Last Account of Nelly Dean They speak her name now in quiet rooms. Not with love, not with anger, but with a careful tone.
