when i wake up and get out of bed (the ghost of you tried to chain me to it again) when i cherish my scarred up body (the physical ones left long ago, but i still see them)
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
The grass green and cool on the back of my warm neck I close my eyes the breeze of you flows over me My veins dilate
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
From the beginning, The clock sets the time, An infinite keeper, Of moments sublime. When thoughts become dreams, When grains become heaps,
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
the levels of decorum rendered discorporate. unwanted, waste, refuse, trash, as the boy acts cats called doggedly like he thinks himself a monarch,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
One day passed, 24 hours gone by Two days passed, two nights both the same Three days passed, each one shorter than the last
By CgtWritingabout a year ago in Poets
I stand on the shore of my universe and stare into the void. I watch the water that is life lap at my feet in helpless rage.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
My brain is scrambled .. Like those white and yellow things in a shell .. Oh yeah…, eggs Gotta break a few. Too runny … not funny… Maybe sunny
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
I am a tired mother — too much on my platter. Childcare to writing, housework to earning. I try to find peace in art and nature.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I’ve heard nobody hustles as hard as a mother, who has to feed her small kids, and secure their future. That’s true, now, I am that mother.
Leaves like fire in the fading light, Dancing free in golden flight. Crimson, amber, rust, and gold— A painter's dream, a story told.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Poets
From suicidally depressed To mortified of death Running out of breath Running medical tests I can't get any rest My life is a mess
By Cheryl Lynnabout a year ago in Poets
