We were part of the one percent, treated to a rare sight. *** Waking at first light, trudging to the meeting point through the rain and mud.
By Sandy Gillmanabout a year ago in Poets
Sea Wash Your Troubles Away Salt on your lips and wind in your face the sea doesn’t care for your pride or your place no questions, no answers, no need to explain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Life, to me, is experience— the good and the bad, the joy and the heartbreak, the moments that lift me up and the ones that leave me undone.
By Akîabout a year ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
The holidays are special and sacred times, But not all celebrations are momentous and rare; A ritual as simple as afternoon tea can help us to appreciate the miracles of everyday.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
When the Forest Breathes When the forest breathes, the world forgets to speak. Not out of fear... but out of reverence.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Poets
Not gold, hammered thin and cold to catch the sun's last glance, Nor jewels ripped from secret earth, to dazzle and entrance.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Not just the grit beneath the nail After the trowel scrapes the pail, Nor just the chill of morning dew On poured-slab surfaces, slate-blue
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Through the cracks on my wall I’ve traveled With escapism as my armour I planted my feet On hard hot tarmac Grounded In a world I cannot write
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
