A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
8/12/25 11:51pm I don’t think I’ll ever learn to play violin, or Write something that sounds like a crescendo The way I hear it in my head,
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
I am becoming see-through, a watercolor left too long in rain, bleeding at the edges where I used to be solid, certain, mine.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslamabout a year ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
At my table you will find bits and pieces; colorful as a bag of skittles For my favorite are the dull and mundane, dripping in rainbow
By Pōlani Monderen about a year ago in Poets
Sometimes when I'm just not present I hear voices and think it's still back in the day in our old neighbourhood and life is just the way it was for so long.
By Janet Thenyabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Ocean of Dreams Beneath the sunlit tides, I drift, Where waves of thought and memory lift, And currents hum a lullaby, That draws me where my fears lie.
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Rose In a quiet village where the hills kissed the sky, there bloomed a rose, the last of its kind, red as a heartbeat, tender as a sigh,
A dim witted, suit fitted, Calvanist mortician Me an embalmed, tag along, severe lack of contrition Fluorescent divine darkness, cubicle coffin, purgatorious condition
By Harrison July Hamlettabout a year ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
