Prose

She Moves Like Departure
Not tethered, not claimed— just a woman who knows how to fold a life into the lining of a carry-on. Silk sets and tailored breath,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Resonance
How about some people? It's very comfortable to get along with He can be funny And we can talk about some irregularities
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Soldier of the Sea
Born in a bar, I came into this world feet first. I picked up a gun and trained my sights on the most unfortunate of souls. Through battle after battle, I have shown my mud-caked boots and well-tailored Dress Blues. I’ve cracked jokes and beers and shed tears at battlefield crosses. I’ve spilt blood and smiled with cracked teeth. I’ve slept anywhere at any time and woke to the sounds of enemy chatter. I’ve experienced sibling rivalry and infighting. I’ve chewed out LTs and saluted those who earned the highest honor. I’m older than the nation I serve. With an English bulldog by my side and whatever breed I am, old or new, I find that General ‘Chesty’ always knew best. I’ve made love to death on more occasions than I can count. The grip of the grave forever calls but I still answer the cry of my country. With so many years already past, I continue to fight onward as a soldier of the sea. That is a title I can accept as long as you remember ‘of the sea.’ I am separate and distinct. My flag is as red as the fluid pumping through my body. It stands out among black, blue, and white. It’s the first thing that grabs the eye. As I stand at attention, centuries flood back against the walls of my mind. The color green paints my status as a warrior. I rest on nothing but the trigger. There is power in the Corps.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Poets
The Tea Pool
A dip in peppermint tea makes me feel refreshed and the coolness on my skin makes me feel so good But its too cold and not my cup of tea
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Fate
"Why are the songs I come across always better than those I search for?" " "Because fate is always better than deliberate effort." "
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Life is a wilderness, not a track
In fact, you are the only one in your world As long as you are here, the world is here If you are gone, your world will disappear
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Friend or lover
No deletion, no disturbance, no contact Friends are not like friends, lovers are not like lovers, and strangers are not like strangers.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
The Silent Canvas
She walked the world with quiet grace,No ink to trace her soul or face.While others bore bright marks of flame,Her skin remained a silent frame.
By HAMZA AHMADabout a year ago in Poets
Emotional, Mental, Physical
Emotional pain can cause mental pain Mental pain can cause physical pain But physical pain leads to emotional pain Which again leads to mental pain
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Northern Light
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
projected. Content Warning.
the levels of decorum rendered discorporate. unwanted, waste, refuse, trash, as the boy acts cats called doggedly like he thinks himself a monarch,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Aellopis and Evander
He spoke low and soft, as one does to coax a feral creature to a cage. But she would not be swayed. This beautiful wild thing was free.
By S.J. Frederickabout a year ago in Poets