SMUDGES There is a pile of dirt.. Far from here.. Well, more a pile of trash..but, Zoom in close.. Look into this mound,
By Victor Mendez2 years ago in Poets
Exhaustion I'm not too fond of it. I hate not having the energy yet when I try to regain energy. It goes away too fast.
By Paige Krause2 years ago in Poets
"This is an end?" she whispered with awe, gazing out from the lighthouse blazing in the night crowds of passersby pausing to stare up at the sky
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Poets
stop short of the minority. no benefits on this fringe; the size of my sizzle alone is enough to stop short of me. stop short of an alien,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I never knew the taste of forever, until you kissed my mouth The excitement roared like the migration of 10,000 monarchs heading South
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Insistent prayers morph into poem when stress strikes eyes that glimpse relief in rainbow-contoured light. In silence, I abandon shallow for subterranean inhales of aromatic haven.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Seeing the bright sunlight pouring in through the window and lighting up the cream-colored walls. Hearing the birds sing their songs and the wooden wind chimes sway in the breeze.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Poets
They say that the taste of revenge is sweet And justice is heard around the world The smell of victory complete When compassions touch has been unfurled
A gentle hand caresses an anxious back The aroma of our morning coffee lingers longer than the morning hours The flavors of your Chapstick…Nope that’s for me
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Left the live I had To nuke all targets down. You’re a player in this set. Sound test. You ready yet? …palette swapped.
By Christine 2 years ago in Poets
you melted my backbone into jelly sucked it up and into a straw planted the seeds of the weeds within me and let them harvest and feed your core.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Note: Yeah, it's my birthday... - K. D. * From the alarm's demand, I rise to Supertramp's Goodbye to a Stranger. The screen light hits my eyes hard in the dark of this early start.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
