Static Between Us We speak in snow— not the kind that falls, but the kind that hisses on a midnight screen. Your voice arrives grainy,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Paper-Thin Thunder The storm arrives not with fists, but with envelopes— thin, trembling, addressed to every quiet room inside me.
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Could this be a new form of poetry? I call it a 'sandwich poem.': I don’t know why you love me, But I’m so glad you do. 🍞🍞🍞🍞
By Calvin London12 months ago in Poets
Open your eyes No one will ever dare Enter a place of heartaches To try and trick you What can one gain from that Only lost souls find pleasure in these games
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
I walk beneath the blueprint of becoming, a silent scaffolding of thought and grace. Each movement feels predestined, yet unfinished,
By Natasha Collazo12 months ago in Poets
Oh! my dear Moon, How much I long to live in the shades of you, holding my dear son, for he witnessed how I am with you,
By Parvathi J12 months ago in Poets
Its looking a little quiet over hear No comments No one relating to a word Lines unread Feelings unfelt Art unrecognized
I'm the girl they all forget about Don't get me wrong I understand I'm not very memorable I'm quiet I keep to myself I don't even like attention
By Tanya Leij12 months ago in Poets
Hey, little one you're adorable you seemed to be on a mission so I was happy to get you where you need to go but everywhere I put you
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Monday I saved your number as Someday. Typed “hi” and backspaced it into weather. Sent a photo of my sink—two bowls, one clean.
You painted outside the lines of me once with brilliant colors and soft hues gentle brush silken bristles dipped in
