I keep you in a bowl I made one late November night. With thumbs that didn’t trust themselves and wrists that held on tight.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The day thins out to parchment by the lane, A milky sun hangs low, without much gain. The air has teeth that test my naked throat.
Tuesday morning as a pre teen always packed a punch. My mother Ruby made it better when she made me my lunch. Bagged up before I headed out the door for school.
By Joe Patterson11 months ago in Poets
A minute of silence For those who gave their lives Are watching us Remember them in blood Respect them with death They fought to end
By Emma K. Weir11 months ago in Poets
It starts with the birds- their songs becoming scarce, carried away with the bumbling winds. waves of wings cover the skys
By Trinity H11 months ago in Poets
Faith with Splinters My faith was once a glass display—no questions, dusted clean, A polished shelf of easy words in stained-glass reds and green.
Sleepless Orchard The trees keep all their lanterns lit long after moonrise breaks. Each apple is like an amber eye that never quite forsakes.
Pocketful of North I used to be a weather-vane for everybody’s storm. Spun by every passing wind, by every shifting form.
To my dearest glowing rock, The sun has hidden and you soar in his place Watching over his dreaming flock A white radiance from your face
By Tales from a Madman11 months ago in Poets
Apogee - The farthest reach of the moon's orbit. Dear Moon, How does it feel to spend your life chasing after the Sun?
By Aura Starling11 months ago in Poets
Great protector of the elves, I thank thee. Ye lady of the ancient nighttime light that guided us From the times of darkness eternal into the time of light.
By Callum Summers11 months ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
