In my new white dress, and I’m cringing His too-eager fawning, I feel my face singeing Skin-crawling in bare legs and tiered lace
By DB Maddoxabout a year ago in Poets
stale cologne colonizing the room where I just want to be alone where I just found peace for a moment can I just have a minute
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
First, stop looking for your reflection in other people’s eyes. Once, you could find yourself there - a flash of light, a held breath, a hunger.
By S.E.Linnabout a year ago in Poets
I really am. Although noticing is difficult. Each sign is as present as the next — subtle, but not invisible. Just simply existing in plain sight — unbothered.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Dr Death Accident and emergency where they promise to save life this doctor ended it hands that should have held only pressed down harder
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Be still Be still and know A child skips or runs and must be reminded We are taught to slow down, be aware A teenager must learn to think before acting
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
Why am I here? It’s simple enough to distill such thoughts into a Sartrian debate But presently I prefer to pass on such human interactions
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
From Friday morning writers.com zoom group: Quote: “I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” ―Emily Dickinson Prompt:
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
Through my balcony, I see every time the view that gives me a feeling of tranquility I just want to keep watching it. But I am surrounded by people who call themselves self-righteous,
By Whispers of romanceabout a year ago in Poets
“You were born an original. Don’t die a copy.” Every single one of us is unique, special and original — in our own way.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Imagine the best version of yourself and you will grow in that direction.” This is something we rarely do. Look at yourself
My name Emanates A foghorn Creeping across the waves The word A knotted rope Escaping the Hatch connecting Two living spaces
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
