In the quiet of a house that once felt like a wind‑choked forest, the walls breathe in a rhythm only the floorboards remember.
By Forest Green3 days ago in Poets
Pieces of memory, Blurry and incoherent, They were scenes, Scenes from a movie I watched long ago, Some from the beginning,
By Rebecca Patton3 days ago in Poets
To wake, with sweat and thick shame pressed to your back, is a diabolical beginning to each passing month. We slip from bed, clenching abdomen and bedding, and tiptoe to the bathroom, wary not to wake the man beside us.
By Kera Hollow3 days ago in Poets
I, the partner of this joyous realm, walk barefoot on galaxies, collecting stardust from the hem of your skirts, turning it into verses that tumble like fireworks in the night.
Am I therefore? Between the skin and air Did I build lights within? Visions of a different song Haunted by what I once was
By KuroHoshi3 days ago in Poets
I was your perfect alibi Never did lie Choosing silence Hid your violence Violet was my favorite hue Black eyes changed view
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
Lazy Zara Tumbletown Zara wakes when the morning is tired, sunlight slipping through half closed eyes, her hair a wild and laughing mess,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
His cries rise and the three older boys laugh. They yell down at him, the child, wrapped in an eggshell blanket, bundled on the ground.
By Guia Nocon3 days ago in Poets
There is no clean. No bomb blast big enough to burn this grit away. * The tongue licks decay off the sharp teeth. Teeth clacks
The Pattern of an Artist Circles whisper into circles, quiet echoes stitched in thought, colour leans against colour, as if it knows where it belongs.
Prose ain't my thing. so many rules to follow dot your i's comma before end quote I'll be lost in grammatical nightmares
By Lolly Vieira3 days ago in Poets
The Haunting of a Newly Built House. The paint is fresh, the walls stand proud, no history carved in wood or stone, yet something breathes within these halls,
