The Road wasn't there in September, where leaves have gone copper, and rain polished the pavement. Only a break in the forest, where a bonfire burns, over the hill.
By E. Brooksieabout a month ago in Poets
Beyond the hope of fallow despair, you are resurrected from a forgotten prayer, a dream, and a moment of past life in an ocean of forgetfulness.
By Chet Dembeckabout a month ago in Poets
She said: "You're the apple of my..." This unfortunately successful power monger has decided to rub our mistakes against our brothers
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Poets
There’s a Hole There’s a hole. Yesterday everything was perfect. Whole. Pure. Then something disappeared. Maybe a trinket. Maybe something grand.
By Kenneth cruzabout a month ago in Poets
when the p a i n becomes too much when the darkness sets in the void
By Chel Writesabout a month ago in Poets
Something wasn’t there. Air, wind, water, earth – ... we had it all? Why did it fall? Traveled afar, Views from a movie, Polite. Kind. Handsome. Was it ransom?
By Lyla Mayabout a month ago in Poets
a life lived in dark rooms celluloid imprints shades reversed white now black black now absent see through
By aliabout a month ago in Poets
like always the left side of the bed is cold because you're up before the sun pours in like always i set the table for two
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a month ago in Poets
Empty spaces Left in between Words we haven’t spoken yet. Hollow rooms filled with nothing at all. An empty feeling that can’t be told. An absence that can never be called.
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Poets
the w a r m t h of the sun and everything c i r c l i n g it aching for the light to f e e l the touch you gave freely to others
Beneath the dark of a shadowed hug, Fold the darkness in half as I whisper. A chair sits empty next to the table. Your dinner waiting with no one to eat.
It lingers in the mornings as a dark figure Of what you once were here. I refuse to speak your name, something Will catch my words when I try to speak-
