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A Storm
A storm, a battle, a fight A struggle with all your might The harder you try the harder you fall When the world seems big and you very small
Missed Opportunity
Once there was a time When I had a nice mind I missed so many signs And opportunities with dimes. I know it seems like lies
Juan RodriguezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy World in You
From the air I breathe to the warm touch and caress of your hands. A touch as though I’ve just been kissed by the sun. The peace I find when I get lost in you.
Laticia Vargas-MendozaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBut Nobody Spoke Up
They thought something was wrong, But no nobody spoke up. They saw the red flags, But nobody spoke up. They witnessed his mindset through social media,
James HowellPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHopper's Cage
New York lady head hung low and lazy boxes of light cast across her chalky colored cell a city tomb at the peak of brooklyn
Kaylee ChampaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsElegy for My Grandmother
And love is bread baskets left in the sun. The bread turned hard. As stone. And men who walk past windows. The same men whom I see at night. Back when wall reliefs sprouted on flat chests. All the girls would stare out windows sit on porches with short skirts and legs spread. Wide. Licking fuzzy navel shaved ice off fingers. That later motioned at men to come near. On the porch you were safe from gazes filled high like towers. There was nowhere to prepare for men. But then again, there are no back porches in Georgia. What of men? She says. Of men who march of men who live in sheets. What of rooms where babies are made, are they holy? Do they shine like rain in silver pails rain that makes your hair grow? Standing next to the genip tree I see a dress that picks at the wind. It is yellow and muddled with dishwasher spots.
Samantha WilliamsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBlossom
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Denisse LizethPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFields of Heather
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend, Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend. Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore,
Holly BushnellPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHe
He walks down the hallway, Hears "she" and "her," And it burns a hole into his soul, Already wounded by pain and hate for who he is,
Eric RagsdalePublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Weapon
I possess a weapon. That's right. You read that correctly. I have a weapon. It's perfectly legal, Yet it's more powerful
Matt MartinPublished 6 years ago in PoetsD Day
Decorated distractions Doused with decadence and despair Dreams of the disconnected Dissipating into thin air Directing the diverse
Mike WaywardPublished 6 years ago in PoetsNight Rise
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery.
Lynn StadelPublished 6 years ago in Poets