Prose
I'm sorry for fighting for us
I'm sorry I loved you so fiercely, I bled crimson on your floors, rage like caustic acid rain in my mouth. I'm sorry my words, like a tempest, disintegrated everything you toiled to build, towering skyscrapers of emptiness looming over our bed as I clasped your hand. I'm sorry for annihilating all that never existed, and in truth, I'm sorry for endeavoring to create. I'm sorry for striving to flourish, I'm sorry for seeking to harvest the fruits of my labor. I'm sorry for being arduous, a burden for you, a mere tick on your to-do list, a wearisome task.
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Fallen
I'm an angel, here, in hell. My body hurts. My skin hurts. Not a fucking feather to float, I run. I cry. Special, happy, perfect--
Jennifer DavidPublished 9 days ago in PoetsEloise
Golden brown hair Crowned with gold Daughter of a human king Until she was sixteen years old And taken from the world of mortals
Mother CombsPublished 9 days ago in PoetsThe Smile Behind That Champagne Toast
Champagne glasses clink and cheers erupt, celebrating her win. Surrounded by smiling faces, she feels the same pride bursting in her chest. Tonight, under the warm glow of success, she raises the trophy high for celebration.
Goodbye
A touch of blankness on the heart is no friend of mine. And time will spread its wings and fly by and by and bye—goodbye. I've never known you still, and maybe I am shrill like the pitched farewells that many a soul will leave behind. There's no place for fortitude in a spiral reversing memory that won't last anyway, but anyway—I want to march through thickets and leave pieces of me behind, maybe those inklings will last through years like sands that refuse to wash away and they won't have to fly like time in erasing winds and say goodbye.
Andi LeighPublished 10 days ago in PoetsGrim
We have all heard the tales Of how the reaper comes To collect the souls From the rich men to the bums Carrying them off
Mother CombsPublished 10 days ago in PoetsG-d's Fingerprints
In every mortal face I see G-d's fingerprints as if he crawled up their chins crossed over the bridge of their nose and went into the valley of their eyes
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Hridya SharmaPublished 10 days ago in PoetsLina
Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice When the world is at it’s coldest You can count on her to come home to visit
Mother CombsPublished 11 days ago in PoetsAngels Walk Among Us
Celestial being made from stardust and moonlight. They move among us, disguised as mortals. Blurring the lines between heaven and earth.
The Bear, The Man, and The Woods
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
Atomic HistorianPublished 12 days ago in Poets