I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventy-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Introduction I think Emerson Chambers is one of the most impressive buildings in Newcastle, and it is occupied by Waterstones.
The world is screaming Morphed, twisted, spinning— Where am I? I can feel the world trembling In the earth and the air—
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Poets
Savor the eldritch irony you see: A primitive broom, dull as drudgery Transformed by magic secrets known to me Into a flying steed that makes me free!
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is the first Terzanelle that I have written without looking at the rules. I think I know how to write one now.
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
It doesn't show up on the page, Not in the skills or the degree. It's in the fog that clouds your mind, The man you promised you would be.
By The 9x Fawdi5 months ago in Poets
I never meant to write poems, I’m just tracing my own experience and somehow it reads like a poem I don’t try to be a poet
By Quinn Holm5 months ago in Poets
He stalks at twilight Old Roger, the soap dodger with poisonous shite * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I won't ever apologise. It had to be done.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
When time has compressed me to stone, and my skeleton’s part of the cliff, the wind will begin its slow work, composing its elegy if.
Atmospheric electricity Skin licked in a limning of cold flame Greyscale coruscating across shrouded skin Charging aged fur and whiskers
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
