I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Rising on their hunger, his mouth spits altar fire, Unholy sermons from the pulpit—blood and fear, Cities bow as his breaths expire.
By Aaron Richmond11 months ago in Poets
thy music stirr'd the lonely soul of me gently plucking my heart with each lute string softly now, whispered notes once made me see
By John Cox11 months ago in Poets
Haunting regret that time will not erase. 💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔 I do go back to where your soul remains, The wind still blows your unforgotten tune,
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin11 months ago in Poets
I am chained by femininity, Unable to be the real me, I am chained by femininity. ________________________________ Wishing for my masculinity,
By Raphael Fontenelle11 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is the first Terzanelle that I have written without looking at the rules. I think I know how to write one now.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
I shed my humanity too quickly The moon lapped greedily at my raw wound When first I changed, my fur bloomed so thickly! Once clumsy and slow, now I move swiftly
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
O, Toilet Bowl, why do you make me suffer? I sat to pee and felt a chill, much colder than sin I holler for grief, my larynx needs a muffler
By Sam Spinelli11 months ago in Poets
Cold bites deep, a sudden bite, The earth exhales damp, heavy air, Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight. Frosty breath cuts thin and bright,
By Emilie Turner11 months ago in Poets
I miss my younger self, walking bold, feet planted firm and strong I miss my undaunted spirit wind that once blew my soul's steadfast ship
By Novel Allen11 months ago in Poets
if granted the chance what changes you would make if time rewound the clock just for you our scars are like tattoos we put on display
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
