It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jean4 days ago in Poets
I am told I still exist beneath The first two years of motherhood How am I to believe that After e v e r y t h i n g ?
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Wild Adventures Across the Unmapped Before there were destinations, there was wonder brave enough to move. We didn’t leave with maps.
By Flower InBloom4 days ago in Poets
Intrusive Thoughts They arrive uninvited. No knock. No warning. Just a sentence dropped into the room like a broken glass you didn’t throw.
The Murder Of The Song Bird The morning broke without its usual call, No silver note to lift the early air. Branches held their breath in pale surprise,
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets
The Voodoo Doll Of Love I never meant to stitch your name into mine, or thread my breath through the shape of your sigh. This heart learned the pattern before I agreed,
Like, first of all - I thought it made sense!? The way it assumes I am not really enjoying great things!? They say great things, it comes with time - I'm no fool!
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
Kevin and Darcey had a couple of dates, Pool table bets, toothy grins, fancy wine, And a mutual “friend” connecting them—
By Tina D. Lopez4 days ago in Poets
I used to hide my scars like bad grades, pull sleeves down, change the subject, laugh too loud So nobody noticed where I’ve been.
By Milan Milic4 days ago in Poets
We speak from different mornings. You are waking while I am closing a day. ********************************** Your words arrive wearing new clothes.
Caught In A Riptide Caught in a riptide, I can’t swim away, your touch pulls harder than reason allows. Every step closer feels reckless and right,
When life grows tall as walls around you, your thoughts pace, trapped and stone-heavy— come with me. . Take my hands, and follow me
By Imola Tóth4 days ago in Poets
