He Snores Like a Train on a Track He snores like a train on a track, full steam ahead, no holding back, starts with a rattle, builds to a roar,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
when your heart constricts, turn from it. think of something else and run away. we're not allowed to feel that here, inside cubicle walls
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA10 months ago in Poets
I. Sometimes, it’s that sign on the side of the road that beckons you to follow an unknown road toward a curious attraction.
By Dean Traylor10 months ago in Poets
Smile when I arrive. Shake my hand. Pat my back. I am the life of the party. You don't belong Claim to be my friend. Laugh at my humor.
By Julie Lacksonen10 months ago in Poets
There is a taboo around Sharing your views around Politics and whom You plan to give your vote And put into power and You're all in that boat
By Emma K. Weir10 months ago in Poets
Panama Red I rolled out from under the many teats searching for my brother. Last night with eight hours sleep, I woke alone to an animal in the snow.
By Gerry Thibeault10 months ago in Poets
hello, february. oh, how I missed you—please, come in. can I get you anything? I was expecting you, of course; I have your favorite chocolates
By katherine j zumpano10 months ago in Poets
The Face of Resusci Anne She drowned with a smile no name to call her by no papers in her hand just a girl from the river Seine
I want to live in a world where everyone has a pen pal. Where everyone has time, space and above all, peace, To write such a heartfelt letter.
By Rosie J. Sargent10 months ago in Poets
Yes, coffee, hot and black, the first cup to wake up, the second cup to enjoy, and all the rest to keep me alive and working.
By Gail Winfree10 months ago in Poets
Three tiny tears Currently hurt horribly Adductor brevis Upper abdominal Left teres major All voicing discontent Pinching grumbles
By Aspen Marie 10 months ago in Poets
The Death Watch Beetle It starts in silence, barely there a single tick within the stair or in the beam above the bed a sound that stirs the sleeping dead