1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry10 months ago in Poets
It’s hard to think in a crowded room with crowded voices. *** Try to write. Try to create. Try to find... that compelling thought.
By Dean Traylor10 months ago in Poets
how can I learn to be a writer? what can I do with this throb in my chest this infinite knowledge in my soul of how to create worlds within the mind
By angela hepworth10 months ago in Poets
I was young. When I learned that care can turn away without uttering a word. A room doesn't have to be devoid of things.
By iftikhar Ahmad10 months ago in Poets
It does not matter how high you rise... How great you become... How skilled you are... How far you've come... How phenomenal things have been...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM10 months ago in Poets
before the floods, when artlessness breathed - coy and nature flourished - honest, simple - virginal somewhere in the antediluvian womb,
By Novel Allen10 months ago in Poets
My skin does not belong to me It belongs, evidently, to men That is why I say yes to him When he asks me to sleep in his bed
By Tanya Leij10 months ago in Poets
It didn’t end with a speech. No slammed door, No, “we need to talk” That finally did the job. ﹁﹂ It ended in tiny ways—
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Kind of, I actually - "Don't forget to eat some protein this morning!" Of course, just got to wait for this nausea -
By Amanda Starks10 months ago in Poets
Thirty-one days in December. Is there something that I should remember? Earlier sunsets after a day of rain need not make us want to complain.
By Andrea Corwin 10 months ago in Poets
We were always almost— almost a plan, almost a promise, almost “come meet my friends,” almost “stay the night.” ﹃﹄ You kept your toothbrush in your bag
I went for a walk not far from my home, but just far enough to be all alone. I swiftly uncover the soundlessness of peace:
By Alex Torres10 months ago in Poets
