Does the inside of the circle make the outside of the sphere? This question came to me in a dream. With a friend, we explored the space in-between.
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets
Challenge: Write a poem that takes place mid-thought, mid-walk, or mid-sentence. Water ceremony on Sunday Why not on Monday
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
And when the sun hits the surface of the water- The surface of the stream- And when the light dances on the- why are you haunting me
By Trinity Habout a year ago in Poets
I have come to learn that change Is quiet Not the parts that lead up to change That is loud And messy And full of uncertain chaos
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
When your legs are just moving and leading you, Your body is inevitably forced to follow. Your heart does know exactly what to do so do it,
By Sherie Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do Because I’m not me without you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
...that would be clever, I agree. Clever indeed, old chap. Clever to the highest degree. The problem is, though, that so often I feel so clever
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
My muscles are ragged Threadbare My bones are heavy with dust And my skin is brittle, Dry and torn from too much stretching
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Enlist the rogue inside your soul, recruit the need for danger. Become what the fleeced fear – a visionary, a pioneer, a prolific game-changer.
By Jollyoddbod Poetryabout a year ago in Poets
Just minding your own business On a mundane day, at a terrible time Your mind will make the orthogonal move You will be quietly falling into line, again
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Eyes That Threaten, Voices That Heal Artguru They speak with eyes that burn and bind, Dark with vengeance, warped in mind.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
What my heart has sown, my hands currently reap... all that hurts down to the core of every bone, and every cry from this war inside of me‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
