Sestina For You, and You, and You… Wise, esteemed, beloved Master I swear there is a post of yours I have Seen Just hours ago, how, as we go round and round, we change the ways we Face
By Paul A. Merkley25 days ago in Poets
Sestina for my friend Friends since Grade Three, lots of hist’ry Sixty-two great years I think Teasing girls and running bases
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a month ago in Poets
Retreat from the first feast, you're due east; the weather is the weather. Warning is as follows: No one gives a shit about the werewolf den; you have the silver,
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Poets
I am born with the urge to go astray guilty in the eyes looking my way begging for forgiveness and I pray unshielded and my flaws mark my mistakes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem, that crack beneath the stars and stripes, the hiss of something hungry slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
38 DAKOTA BRAVE: the myth revisited 6/13/26 and a month prior This has been marinating too long as it is a sestina and I struggled to get it right
By Victor Mendez3 months ago in Poets
It’s almost time for me to leave mother says she hates the fall, flowers and herbs going to seed, vegetables too puny to peddle,
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
Some people don’t know when to stop, can’t see that it’s over, so they stagnate in their vicious campaigns to put themselves in the limelight, regardless of what’s happening backstage,
The watch strapped to my wrist, doesn’t just tell the time, it tracks every ghost of the nights I’ve spent chasing it. You say, “Think bigger.”
By Anees Kaleem4 months ago in Poets
I wonder the earth Haunted by memories A mental disease of unforgeting Weeping over unrealized futures Uncomfortable in every place and setting
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
By 365poetry6 months ago in Poets
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
