Apogee - The farthest reach of the moon's orbit. Dear Moon, How does it feel to spend your life chasing after the Sun?
By Aura Starling3 months ago in Poets
The dusk drips gold on furrowed ground, I walk where laughter used to bloom; the ghosts of seasons gather ‘round, their murmurs rise, then fade too soon,
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Poets
It begins as a whisper— not from the trees, but from the air itself. The last leaves tremble like paper secrets, their edges crisp, gold fading to ghost.
By Erick Galaviz3 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, The night she left, the house forgot how to breathe. Even the clocks slowed, as if time itself refused to move on.
I wonder, oh how I wonder — not about your ability or your presence, though in truth, they do elicit reverence and admiration.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Selene my lady fair and full of grace, Listen to my prayer when you see my face. My love has gone to distant, far off soil.
By Margaret Draper3 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, I’m writing from the edge of another sleepless evening. The city hums like a tired machine, and yet you rise — slow, patient,
We were told, as our high-flying flag unfurled, "The glow from that fire can truly light the world." Robert Frost foretold, in the high, morning hour,
By Will Ruha3 months ago in Poets
Cathedral of Cracks My heart was never marble, never spotless, never sure; It’s brick and plaster, rent-controlled, resistant, and half impure.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
He’s the one. He’s been there all along— watching, waiting, whispering through the folds of time, through the static hum of heartbreak and silence.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Poets
there's a line a few in fact that i forget the relevance so resolute in my affliction i take a moment turn it into a lifetime
