Sometimes I feel like Boot-Strap Bill, ... lashed to the hull of my own hesitation, barnacled by the years I did not move.
By E.S.Flint 9 months ago in Poets
When you hear/ the soft tap of padded footsteps When you hear/ the clicking of nails against the floor When you hear/ a howl somewhere in the night
By Kera Hollow9 months ago in Poets
Quailing with a slim whim— the poplars, Contrary to its immortals thick with frond blocking big wind. Poplar flora frolic
By Gerry Thibeault9 months ago in Poets
We've come up with a term for someone who was talking to you, then disappearing without a trace. Ghosted. Everyone can agree it's a horrible thing to do.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
We have put kindness behind glass, fingerprint-smudged and price-tagged, like cigarettes and razors– dangerous in the wrong hands.
You're giving the opportunity to go back to a moment in your time line, Would you take it? What would you change? You need to really think about it because it might not end well,
I know what I want in life. A simple one. I never saw myself in this position. I wanted the best for people. I finally caught a whiff of power, a small taste of control.
I harmed what might not heal. I harmed what might not heal. The wound remains wide open. The wound remains wide open. The wide wound harmed.
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
I harmed what might not heal. The wound remains wide open. Blood behaves as usual. Nothing grows here. Not yet. When accountability arrives,
It would be wonderful - to bottle up precious moments. To let them out when our hearts desire, to be able to hold everything dear to us
By Rasma Raisters9 months ago in Poets
I haven’t met him yet. No hand reaching for mine. No I can’t wait to see you lighting up my phone. This is not a love story—
Paddington Visits Wales Paddington stepped down from the train at Cardiff in the rain, His little red hat tilted bravely against the wind,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
