Back then, things happened to me. Flew paradise and landed, badly. Endured a boa constrictor love. Grew wafer-thin. Still wasn’t eaten.
By Ella Bogdanovaabout a year ago in Poets
My mother says I was born a revolutionary, Burst out of her narrow birth canal slick with The blood of my people, indignant, slamming
As I sit here in peace, Underneath red skies, and still waters, There is hope in the crisp, fresh air, Letting me know, people still care,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Hidden wounds, Hidden scars, Hidden tears, Falling into the pond of hidden fears, If you see a little light in my smile,
Egocentric thoughts gaining organization on a mental basis allowing for but notwithstanding for making allowances that do
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Bartered by Word Not Fists A man’s view He sits in the quiet, hands heavy with memory, eyes tracing the wallpaper like it might peel back time.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
My mouth is running out of breath I'm smiling, knowing death is near Crying from my mistakes Veins are popping and rushing through my skin
By KuroHoshiabout a year ago in Poets
I try so hard to connect, to communicate. Is it all in vain? The silence echoes around me, and I feel invisible- Unimportant.
By Kittiari Clarkabout a year ago in Poets
The flood began to pour into the rivers, seeping into each vein. Stumbling in the bush without protection, As I followed the path muddied with rain.
By Sara Elizabeth Joyceabout a year ago in Poets
I was chained to this darkness for so long, that I forgot how to breathe. I lost the memory of the light; a phantom limb of dreams.
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
Frigid wind pulls all the life from earth Knives of cold pierce the skin A song that plays in the night The warmth drains from without and in
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
