Why must every syllable I speak, be contested? As if all of the public stands against me, with not one, seeking understanding...
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
I wish I could love you out loud but I cannot shout above the cacophony of your silence that echoes in the chasm you’ve carved out with your indifference
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I still have these sachets of chamomile tea that a stranger bought for me when I was in hiding. She said, ”everyone deserves a little comfort”
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It started with a spark that like a drop in still water rippled until the small softly undulating ripples
He came to me in his frontal-parietal-temporal-occipital-cerebellum mantle, the wispy wool of his scalp bleached like the heavens he separated from the Earth, from me.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
I toss, I turn, I toss, I turn Breathe in, Breathe out Forget about the world While others watch it burn. Feet are in
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
I wonder longingly a mind wrapped in revery wearing saudade like a sweater my homeless heart filling up a shopping cart
The Day London Bridge Fell down A trembling crack, a sudden shift, The river stirred, the heavens lift. No sound, no scream, no final plea,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
loose, with no holds Wild and Free She walks with a sway, a glint in her eye, A whisper of trouble, a kiss, then goodbye.
When you say hi I’ll always reply. There never was a question. I’ll buy you small gifts, flowers, more, Money is just a concession.
I fell softly head over heels into the snow catching my breath on your Canadian lips which were always dripping with sweet
