I gaze out across the landscape Of the park that I overlook In sight: the rolling meadow, the intersection of a path, the lake
By Jaimie4 months ago in Poets
The excuses are tiresome Just like this place But it’s too much to think about So I’ll stay at my pace The truth has been danced around
By Joe Loft4 months ago in Poets
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
I started it for her. A girl I'd never met, sixteen and scared in the dark winters of Alaska. The yarn was the pale yellow of new snow
By Autumn Stew4 months ago in Poets
To The One Who Moves My Blood, You are not a mere symbol. You are a calendar of bone and blood, a pulse that I learned before I took a breath.
To the one who always listens, You remember, don't you? The nights I spoke your name into salt and silence, hands open, heart trembling for something real.
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
She laughed at my way of speaking... my accent. He laughed, they laughed... I laughed too. I laughed, not because I was not from where they were from.
By Homayra Adiba4 months ago in Poets
Do they know the real face you keep hidden? Do they know the real you that lies beneath? How long will you let them watch you struggle?
By Gunnar Anderson4 months ago in Poets
Your masks might lie, but their forms and lines reveal the truth of the intentions behind. So I search beyond the plastic
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Each word I write remakes my face— a thousand selves in shifting glass. The page becomes a mirrored place where every truth must learn to pass.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Poets
