UN-conscious, must protect oneself at all costs, So as not to be seen for all they truly are - The other remembers who they were, but can’t pull them back,
By Grz Colm6 months ago in Poets
The hill exhales a damp, metallic breath, its ridges scarred by centuries of rain; the soil remembers coronation, death, and presses bone to stone like wax to vein.
By Isabella Nesheiwat6 months ago in Poets
We used to write poems on cliffs so high, Above the clouds, where the winds would fly. You held me steady when storms drew near,
By Christopher Stiner6 months ago in Poets
The narc can-not show who they really are, or else their egregious mask would split – the poisonous vitriol smatter far,
Memories flooding my mind In scenes of crude imagination Reflections bent the blowing pine Bending our view and destination
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Life has a funny way of shaking things up You come to realize you're really not that tough I would have never thought I would be disabled not in a million years
By J.W. Baird6 months ago in Poets
My tongue is cursed My tongue is life My tongue is a bandage My tongue is a knife My tongue is what fuels the hearts of so many
By Adib Thomas6 months ago in Poets
My walls were split by grief I could not hide, The fractures spreading deeper every year. I patched with pride, with anger, even lies, But still the shadows found their way in here.
By Carolina Borges6 months ago in Poets
We spoke in sparks that lit the darkest skies, Our laughter stitched the silence into flame. But time grew teeth, and distance sharpened lies, Until your voice became a stranger’s name.
Poetry speak of the wind in the trees And sings on of earth's sublime, steady breath, And bells in the soul a-tolled by that breeze -
By Gabriel Huizenga6 months ago in Poets
whispering spirits dwell within the solemn winds of mercy, crossing vast prairies and deep canyons, returning to a source.
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Poets
Sumptuous thoughts float and surface, Undulating to shake their way a pace. Flitter and tempt in grandeur asunder, Golden chain evoking a hunger.
By S. Rae6 months ago in Poets
