The Hills I Climb For You I have learned the shape of effort, It rises slowly, then all at once. Every step asks who I am becoming,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
How To Confuse A Man Speak plainly and do not explain yourself twice, Let your silence finish what words begin. Confidence unsettles a practiced listener,
My head used to be a choir that only knew one hymn: You’re too much, You’re not enough, Try harder, be smaller, smile.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
A rose for my friend She nicely asked me for one For you, my good friend. {Author's note: By special request } Till next time,
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
The rebellion wasn’t loud. No shaved head, no microphone, no dramatic “watch me leave” with a suitcase and a soundtrack.
Voices Beneath The Silence Silence is never empty anymore, It has texture and weight. It presses inward like language, Waiting to translate.
Evenings Hush As the evening settles, day loosening its grip, a quiet presses in. I didn’t know I needed. The sky darkens slowly, not dramatic,
architecture between the mob and liminal control was the lie and the cross someone said it was good once upon a time the intention looked like the best
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
He Talks Back With His Eyes He sits as though the chair was placed for him alone, balanced, certain, one paw lifted in mid thought,
I kept a whole drawer of excuses for you, folded neat like socks: He’s stressed, He didn’t mean it, He had a hard childhood,
Love did not arrive loudly. It did not knock, or call ahead, or announce itself with certainty. It came the way dusk does—
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Poets
“A thankful heart is a happy heart.” A thankful heart ‘fosters’ joy. Taking the time to say: “Thankyou” shows respect and appreciation
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
