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Crown
That day is burned into my brain. I get off work, open the door to our apartment, and you slur "hello." Your face struggles to make a smile. You never quite get there, and your eyes do not make it to mine.
Kay HusnickPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSpring in Winter
I never saw any white on the ground, unless you count the morning frost that disappeared before nine. Spring peepers are harmonizing
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 2 months ago in PoetsLilac and Rose and Indigo Blue
You said yes in a sea filled with nos You brought me a poem I gave you a rose 🌹💙🪻 So perfect together Like sunshine and flowers
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Unspoken Reality
I can’t help it. I don’t fit in, and I seem to never will. I struggle to make eye contact, my words can’t come out, and my feet just can’t stay still.
Trishawn BlakePublished 2 months ago in PoetsI Am More Beautiful Than My Bullies
They beat me to the ground because I didn't look like them, They destroyed my home because I didn't want to be them, They stole my childhood because I didn't learn or behave like them,
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSeparate Thoughts
If yesterday is gone forever And if tomorrow will never last, I wish to sit here a little longer with you While we pour another glass.
Alyssa RobertsonPublished 2 months ago in Poetsdoppelgänger
i miss you. so much. feels like i can't breathe for wanting you back i'm paralyzed by the missing, the wanting, the longing.
Heather HublerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsPartly Tired Seriously Disturbed
Living inside PTSD, it's a constant battle Trying to hold it all together, but feeling rattled Memories haunt me, like a ghost the night
Wayne IncePublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Biggest Screen
It is where I see all the war end, and the peace born, it is where I see the lovely spring. comes up sweeping away, all the misery,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsPass Me By
I had to let one pass me by. Knowing that I would live a lonely life. Without her by my side. I play a dangerous game.
The Student Sonnet
Note: I have pretty much been dead on my feet this week with the midterm exams, weather weirdness in Canada, and the usual obsessions and concerns over money and future work (thank you, stress headache...stressache?). So, this may not be my best work, but I think it explains where my head is at and what I have had to deal with...
Kendall DefoePublished 2 months ago in Poetsthe call that reminds you
call after call complaint after complaint deliveries delayed packages destroyed audio civil unrest nothing prepares you for
Paul StewartPublished 2 months ago in Poets