The mirror used to be a judge, cold-robed, unimpressed, waiting for me to confess I didn’t deserve to be seen. ﹁﹂ I’d stand there with wet hair
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Damaged Goods, That’s What She Is They say she’s trouble, best left alone, A heart made hard, a voice like stone. But they don’t see what’s underneath,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
There is no Love the power of being is . There is no life but dream is living . There is no substance just spirit
By Diana10 months ago in Poets
I was loved when I was full. ** When my chest was tight with air they called it value, called it importance, called it power.
By Aarsh Malik10 months ago in Poets
A beautiful reddish sunrise above the horizon Peeking through asking for permission to start the day Bad thoughts washed away from the night’s previous color wash
By Tabitha Hinkley10 months ago in Poets
A beautiful flower leaning into the morning light A flower craving last night’s rainstorm A flower opening its petals revealing all its glory inside
That feeling Pay close attention It comes soft and subtle Like footsteps that trample softly almost unheard Recognize it?
By Jasmine Aguilar10 months ago in Poets
I see you in the tea leaves stuck to the rim of my cup And taste you in the sweetness lingering on my lips. There is a whole world I have swallowed, or rather,
By Silver Daux10 months ago in Poets
Do not discount This feeling Spilling from Your heart Let me Hold space I have time Not requiring Burden of proof To know your stories
By Aspen Marie 10 months ago in Poets
Twenty years since the second time I packed my life into a rucksack and taught my heart how to beat quieter. The first war took my innocence—
By Edward Val10 months ago in Poets
A Thief Stole My Knickers I pegged them firm, I double-checked. A stripey pair, a floral specked. The wind was soft, the sun was high,
Granny’s Ghost Granny’s ghost sits in her chair, Rocking slowly, thin as air. Eyes like whispers, soft and deep, Watching while the children sleep.
