I trace the quiet in my chest. Where words fall softly, unspoken. A shadow hums beneath the skin. A story left unwritten, hidden.
By Emily12 months ago in Poets
The moon keeps its secrets well. It watches us as we shine under borrowed light. Holding our wishes like quiet confessions.
There’s a hush that lives between waves, a silence shaped like breathing. It waits for the moon to remember its pull. For the tide to return what it borrowed.
Filled with sunlight Fresh and bright Emotions love, very tight Glowing into the night Until summer departs Cooling trend starts
By Marc OBrien12 months ago in Poets
I used to ask him, when I was a kid, about the war— what it meant to him. ~~~ His smile would falter or alter politely
By SUEDE the poet12 months ago in Poets
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast12 months ago in Poets
The day thins out to parchment by the lane, A milky sun hangs low, without much gain. The air has teeth that test my naked throat.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Frost crackles across the car’s window panes Leaving spider web patterns in its wake Cool autumn air turns crisp, freezing
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Poets
A young girl meanders far from home on a winter adventure through thickets of forest. She comes upon a tiny pine tree, its tip a sprig in the snow.
By Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)12 months ago in Poets
The sky thins out to porcelain and lead. Streetlights bloom early, halos soft and red. A hush drops low between the telephone wires.
The stores swarm long before the season truly arrives. We’re filling our carts in September—apple cobbler Martha Stewart candles,
By Natasha Collazo12 months ago in Poets
Vital Valient Victory Victorious Veterans ******* Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines honor, duty and protection of home and family.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
