I find myself clutching my abdomen when I am in pain. Not pain you can see, Not physical pain, But a pain inside that even I can't express.
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
reflective stars swim in your eyes i see you even now, trying to get back to that place where the sun didn’t rise and set every morning with a flat
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
the sunlight on my skin when my body is at war, feels—grim, frantic.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Is this perhaps what they mean when they say the grass is greener? It was dull when we buried you here last winter. 1 year has passed
By angelica leslyabout a year ago in Poets
They smiled, just so, with their lips partly closed, just enough so you couldn't see the jagged points of their fanged teeth.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I See It... The Pains that You Feel... The Fears that are Driving You... The Struggles You're Trying to Overcome. I Hear It...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
What becomes of the lonely people What becomes of the lonely people who get lost in dreams? Who mouth soft words to empty walls
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mysterious possession of a belt, From a figure less imaginable, Than someone not in charge, Still cannot imagine why a piece of leather messed me up so bad,
By Tambourine Manabout a year ago in Poets
I Left Pieces of Myself in Every Goodbye There are people who leave without warning, and there are those we choose to let go. But no matter who leaves first, a goodbye always takes something with it. And sometimes, it leaves behind something we never wanted to keep—regret, silence, or an unspoken sentence hanging in the air.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Poets
There always were so many, Until there was one, And in that illusion, There were truly none. Over my body living I do what I please,
By Tinka Boudit She/Herabout a year ago in Poets
Hello, it’s nice to meet you and I’m really glad I’m here. I’m happy, effervescent, and I’m sure to bring you cheer. You’ll tell me your life story before you disappear.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
An elegy Written in memory Of the person I was Meant to be Yet, never got the chance To grow and form The jagged crystalline
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
