It took me long years and a thick gray beard to recognize the reality of my life. First and second acts lived on autopilot, playing out patterns and habits on repeat, a scratched record skipping to the same phrase over and over again.
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
A dusty halo that I burned a long time ago, I miss her, she was a huge part of my life, Messages under the blasted sun, Betwixt my foreign enemies,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
As morgue gurneys roll — Bodies from refrigeration to hereafter, Chyme and bile movement continue, Despite death's finality, and
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Always on the road, sloughing off the remains of Bethlehem behind me. It was there I bore the Child. It was there I ascended
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Poets
Snowflakes in the sky, in my hair, on my hands, On a rink. They dance down, snuggle up To each other and, stripped of choice, agglutinate.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
Remember the fields and the destitute lands Where we’d run free and scrape our knees The mountainous ranges beyond the outlines
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
Searching for a version of love that doesn't exist in her world. Her lonely heart withers; Her undying faith grows old.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
I see you. Oh, how I see you. Making meals, working on yourself, giving back to everyone around you. Watching over us, taking care of us, protecting us.
By Ashley Pacitti2 years ago in Poets
Am I ready? Because I’m not sure Circumstances of the past Doubts that forever last. Everything all at once Feels overwhelming.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
I am a child of the Wind, south of the Windy City, south of Chi-town, Chicago, in the 'burbs. ** The wind was always blowing.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
A moment in time...wasting not a second Being present...in to each other totally Contemplating the future...with no doubts at all
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
A pair of delicate baby shoes, Bronzed and set askew, a name Chiseled on a nameplate. Down the middle, a baby portrait
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
