We either betray Or perish before we can Keep those knuckles white
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Behold, the prophet Of profit, which we must love More than anyone
He will claim all of Us, tormentors and those who Suffer torment, soon
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin7 months ago in Poets
A strawberry poem made up by four Senryu poems: I pick strawberries, Strawberries and cream I have Sweetness in my mouth
By Susan Fourtané 7 months ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Poets
Why are these awkward Mediocre dinners so Long and expensive?
So much joy is lost Punishing the present for Versions of the past
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
All of us are strange We ought to seek that strangeness That best suits our own
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
