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Following The Fire
* the waves call in the breeze, to the moonlight offering their dance for display secrets they save until midnight
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished less than a minute ago in PoetsRevolutionary Tale
Freedoms are not free in this day and age, Trekking through the chains, Of another ghostly discharge, We have failed to follow through with before,
Tambourine ManPublished 7 minutes ago in PoetsElegies of Love: Honoring Mothers Lost to Cancer
I watched her go to sleep as the room became silent and the shadows crept in. The sound of the ticking clock marked the agonizing passage of time as day gave way to never-ending darkness.
Dr. Jason BenskinPublished about an hour ago in PoetsMemorable
The moon is beautiful, isn't it? stop for a moment throw everything that's in your hand and admire it just a bit. ***
Darling
Feb 14, 2022 Capitol Hill, Seattle Darling, Do you want a love poem? I’m sending zines like Valentines and you can get one by filling out this form on my website. It might sound basic but for the past few months, I have been thinking about love! Honestly, it was exciting to realize what the strong emotions I felt could be called because I recognized them, those desires to tell a specific person something. I felt the same urges to communicate whether with a person I love or an unknown viewer or reader of an art object I create — I miss communication. The impulses feel so similar that I have even mistaken them for each other a few times (I know, embarrassing! I think about this in my book, which is on issuu). Realizing what was going on gave me an idea: I decided to lean into a particular obsession, which had reappeared exactly as it does every two years.
Alternative Readings from Genesis
In the beginning God made us, man and woman, Stupid and naked 🍎 Snake did not lie first No one ever talks about Eve’s first headache
Shaun WaltersPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsGod is My Strength
Like the ocean breeze and the familiar scent of home Bearing beauty from across the land, recognized in Rome I’m transported in her presence as if we are alone
J. K. AndersonPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsCrackly Contours
cracks in the ground’s crust contours on the course, a courtyard of crackly shapes ** foundation for feet footsteps flatly fall
Andrea CorwinPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsThe Poem that will Make History
When I try to write a poem that will make history, My pen mocks me. Because the light of my little lamp, casting shadows across the world,
tortured + haunted
"Really reflecting, I have been nothing but pain to you and heartache. And we both keep going around in this endless circle. I have been such a prick. I really have… I get caught up in all of it and I don’t really think about everything. You have been through so much because of me… and I didn’t even know and I am truly sorry.
M.B. ArthurPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsYou Are Not Your Mistakes
gazing in to the(o)eyes(o) of the watcher the sands of time for the reflection(noitcelfni) the(pain)blood in my(drain)veins, the stains of my names
Paul StewartPublished about 2 hours ago in Poetsbuds and blooms
raindrops on petals, and opening buds, glisten under grayish sky
Andrea CorwinPublished about 2 hours ago in Poets