Tears Before Bed Time Night folds me in its hand, and the shadows grow longer. The day is finished now, but the ache does not rest.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The world spins, but slower now, as if its lungs are cracked, as if the air refuses to stay inside. Every headline is a wound,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Externally soft spoken, internally screaming Everything is broken, and we’re all just pretending Self advocacy, a mandatory labor thrust upon the marginalized
By vibrant ghostabout a year ago in Poets
Play the Sad Song Again Play the sad song again, let it fill the empty air. The notes fall heavy slowly, like rain against the glass.
Intricately carved or painted For ritual performance Over gauze swaddled face To display what I perceive is to be expected
By Aaron Morrisonabout a year ago in Poets
Glimmering steel swords Radiant green forest hues Beauty soiled once felled ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
There was a time I thought myself honest, a boy who held truth like a candle in a storm. But somewhere— I learned the trembling art of deception,
In shadows deep where silence grew, Lived Holly Briar, small and true, Her thorns drawn tight, her petals closed, A captive bloom that no one chose.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
They creep in when the world is quiet, slipping through cracks no eye can see. They do not shout. They do not warn. They sit behind my temples,
Tell the Bad Man in My Room to Go The walls are cold with silence, the window creaks at night. Tell the bad man in my room to go,
“Believe your future will be better than your present, and you have the power to make it so.” When you believe in yourself,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
