First Draft

Fertile Microbiome
We can all remember a time when we were little That one memory of when you accidently piddled Or when you got in trouble in kindergarten because you couldn't stop fiddling
By Connor Mudie3 months ago in Poets
We’re called the keepers
They say we’re called the keepers Born with greedy fingers and soft tissue, we pull the world inward and allow it to mark unshaven shins with bruises the periwinkle of forget-me-nots
By Aimee Van Arsdale3 months ago in Poets
Between Dusk and Memory
The thoughts were fleeting The sky was gray The moments we tried to remember Stuck in between realities Was it real Or a faded memory
By Thomas Terry3 months ago in Poets
Mending. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Several weeks ago the daylight shortened and night began lengthening - An unspoken message to all that it was time to begin the season of gathering,
By Pōlani Monderen 3 months ago in Poets
Poisoned Grains. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Stepping into the field of things remembered by my mind is like stepping into a field of landmines because there's always something
By Emma Weir3 months ago in Poets
Confronted fears. Content Warning.
It was the morning that you left me Abandoned, alone, for dead That I realized I didn’t need you. — I said it abandoned, I said it alone
By Emma Mark3 months ago in Poets
Political Thirty-One
From House to Senate, this will not go away, sir. To veto or to...? Gotta Do It... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
Love
Love It's the curve of a mother's smile, the moment her child arrives — new, small, perfect. It's the kind of wild that made Romeo and Juliet forget the world.
By Mira tsum3 months ago in Poets
Devils in the Details
Devil in the Details Out of the closet, door creaking ajar, Fugly things gaze out of a Mason jar; Seeking comforting shadows from afar,
By Adrian CDTPPY3 months ago in Poets
My First Poem
Every writer has a starting point. Sometimes it begins with a story, sometimes with a feeling, and sometimes with a single line that unexpectedly opens the door to creativity. Before you read my first poem, let me tell you the story of when I started.
By Keramatullah Wardak3 months ago in Poets
an artist, formerly known. Content Warning.
everybody hates him that's what his partner says but he doesn't care about the judgment and he never will he isn't as crazy as his inspiration
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
existential warfare. Content Warning.
on the menu identities consumed in isolation by design tribalistic separation us and them denying the nature what it means to be human
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets