The Woman in the Window She watches from the upper pane when nightfall slips across the lane a shawl drawn tight, a tilted head
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
A man gathering who scattered Himself into the wilderness, into abbreviation of the periodic table, into elements decadence
By Diana6 days ago in Poets
My heart is hurting (reposted by me) Heavy in my chest When I think of how the world is now So many feel depressed It's an open battle ground
Shush Don’t Say It Shush. Don’t say it. She doesn’t want to hear it’s over. She doesn’t want to hear they’re over. Not yet.
So angry it rattles my teeth So hurt it turns me into a monster every time I remember your smile— that wide, practiced lie
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
This is it all You & I Need to forget everything we know Whatever this is Was broken by you I trusted but shouldn’t
before the snow got dirty, you loved me, wrote my name in cursive on the lining of your soul when you gathered all the courage in the galaxy next door,
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Poets
It is always a joy To start your work seeing Terry With her big smile and open arms ready She hugs like a teddy You feel comfy and cozy
By Windchime6 days ago in Poets
baby boomers had it all from the largest generation big and tall to the births, the sayings, that had their call the baby boomer by far, had the greatest music of all times
By Gregory Payton6 days ago in Poets
We keep writing Wondering if this will ever end We use our pens and keep thinking of something that will not be pretend
By Christopher Beard6 days ago in Poets
sound is an infant who mirrors raised brows and purses its tiny lips in imitation - child of my mother tongue - too small to think that language -
By Martina Franklin Poole 6 days ago in Poets
Why is it that my only choices as a woman in love are either to be fucked well or understood?
By Mikayla Rose6 days ago in Poets
