Unbearable winds beget on whims and warmth of the sun. Days and nights scouring depths, living within the grips of strangers
By Gerry Thibeault10 months ago in Poets
The Doorway I Mistook for a Wall Forgiving myself for the judgments I made while trying to survive I did not know how often I was sentencing myself
By Flower InBloom10 months ago in Poets
Gorgeous full blooms of multiple hues 💐 Arranged lovingly in a flower vase 💐 Decor set off by snow-encrusted windows 💐
By Mother Combs (Sharon)10 months ago in Poets
Facing the Mirror What happens when I don’t look away — a quiet reckoning I stood before the mirror expecting an answer,
Putting Myself Back Together I gather the pieces I once dropped in silence, in rooms where my name no longer sounded the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Poetry is . dead… . The roses, buried beneath a million lines the headstone, cheapened by rhyme . The minister looks tired
By Justin Keeling10 months ago in Poets
. . I love you more to be more . . . . . .. . . I hug you more to feel more . . . . . more . . . . . . . . .more . . . . . . . . . .. . more . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne BYE10 months ago in Poets
Thursday night marks our decompression with the hiss of CO2 loosed from bottles and cans a shush that sparks cheers amongst the boys
Then she whispered in my ear, something only I could hear, Sealed with a kiss, you will know, All the things, I cannot show
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)10 months ago in Poets
That last night in the car when you handled the shifter with both hands I wanted to drive all night with you . I wanted to take you
Depression, Unedited Dedication For those who wake each day carrying an invisible weight. For the ones who stay when staying is the work.
We play with moments, like colorful marbles, delighting in the many shades. We gather as many as we can, to try to save them for another day,
By Rasma Raisters10 months ago in Poets
