Tip-toe, tip-toe, sleepwalking through the fire The touch I know well, flame’s sweet caress “Wake up!” She cries, draped across the pyre
By DB Maddox3 months ago in Poets
A crow’s shadow illuminated the moon, Flying past the space above the trees - Leaving me where I couldn’t see. The night held still, playing an altered tune.
By Kathy Tsoukalas3 months ago in Poets
Some things should not be seen only to look away My eyes are on the screen . Children wail and neighbors scream watching loved ones dragged away
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 months ago in Poets
You see the whole world from the backseat Don’t draw attention or make a sound If you behave they give you a treat - Keep your clothes clean and neat
By Judey Kalchik 3 months ago in Poets
I don’t want to be read—I want to be seen. Still I refresh the numbers, watch them feed. Yet every night I bow before the screen.
By Richard Patrick Gage3 months ago in Poets
Oh, how the past is haunting I’m crawling back, while looking forward My, how the future is daunting • Every memory, lesson, emotion is prompting
By megantevasin3 months ago in Poets
I waited for you in the hall, You said you wouldn’t be late, So I kept listening for your call. But hours passed with nothing at all—
By S Sherie Wilson3 months ago in Poets
I waited for you in the hall, You said that you’d be there. So now I wait for you to call. But still not heard from you at all.
To whom does the lone, left-behind loon call? His companions made for sun past the lake - Upon empty shores does his wraith song fall.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
My mother regretted the way I was made, she tried to love me with a measured grace, but I always saw the shadow of what she weighed.
By angela mckendrick3 months ago in Poets
Each night the stars return, but not your face, The silence pools where laughter used to be. I wander hallways time cannot erase.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
I regret not fighting hard enough for her, she died young, and I kept getting older, now I live in the memory of her. We carved a blood oath, childish but sure,
