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Home First Breathes Within Ourselves
I didn’t just tiptoe gracefully into love with you; I spiraled into the delirious clashing of two furious tidal waves with untrusting eyes wide open - eager to create shared magic on the blank canvas of us. Intentionally and with the careless exhaustion of a gun-shy heart. “Just one foot in front of the other,” I whispered to my weary soul. It’s what we bend to unquestionably in the midst of unnerving chaos.
Lauren SchusslerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsBiscuits
Warm scents of biscuits in my room, awoke me in the morning. I showered, dressed and hugged my mom, my safe haven, and my home
J. S. WadePublished 3 years ago in PoetsAn Ode To Inside Jokes
I think most inside jokes are memories you share with the people who were there when shit hit the fan and the people who proudly held your hand when you were not even nearly your best.
Amber GracePublished 3 years ago in Poetsit’s 2007 and i think i know about nostalgia
my middle grade dimpled darling named tuesday is dating our friend daniel / but that’s not really the point here / the point is she is legs crossed
Emily Long (they/she)Published 3 years ago in PoetsSteps We Take
Take one step then another and another, but never are they taken together ebbing and flowing one and then the other first and then following
Abby JacobsenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIt's Not What I Lack
Why am I not her? Is it because her skin is lighter And more appealing? Her eyes brighter, and filled With something mine don’t have?
Kayla JeffersonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMy writing is my home
My writing is my home. Sometimes it's warm and cozy like a lover's bed. Another time, a dizzy rabbit hole. I write about feelings,
Irina PattersonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIn the Darkness of Night
My father fought in World War II. He was seriously injured during a major battle in the South Pacific. A grenade landed in his foxhole killing his best friend and filling him with shrapnel. He very rarely spoke of his wartime experience, but in the evenings, when we would be sitting quietly you could feel the burden was still with him. During the night he would often have the same nightmare, you could hear him fighting that battle, always waking up with the grenade landing in the foxhole. Growing up I heard that nightmare hundreds of times.
Steve LancePublished 3 years ago in PoetsSimba The Sun
once, there lived a fascinating girl, she is present, kind, and adventurous. she grew up in a very small town, like one red light.
Down the Rabbit Hole
When you feel like you're falling Down the rabbit hole The thoughts may be pacing The past woes had taken a toll 🐰 You dream as the wind rushes past
Corinne JenkinsPublished 3 years ago in PoetsStories: A Sestina
The weight of it in my hands The feel of it beneath my fingertips The quiet smell of it drifts through the air The words begin melting away
Raven DiamondPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLady of the Water
Colleen Millsteed shared a poem called “No More Me” which was subtitled “It’s Game , Set and Match To You” which reminded me of the title of a Nic Jones album. Nic Jones’ masterpiece is “Penguin Eggs” which contains the seafaring lady tale “Canadee-I-O” which has one of the most beautiful guitar intros ever, which got me to thinking about writing a maritime based tribute to my beautiful Muse.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 years ago in Poets