It seemed like a dream, Watching from the crowd. A single fan amongst millions, Much like a grain of sand in the desert.
By Haley M.T.2 years ago in Poets
She is my temptress My Partner In Mischief's Prison When I grab her I'm at it like a bad habit And i feel like I'm flying with high impossibilities
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
you are worthless don't you dare tell me that you are deserving of love and adoration because anyone with eyes can see you don't radiate sweetness or affection
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
Scrolling has become my defense A reflex A mechanism Then In a swipe I find a package of isolation and protection I scroll for answers the algorithm always knows
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
The wind, it speaks in hushed tones, Whispers secrets to the trees, Leaves rustle, a soft symphony, Nature's gentle, quiet pleas.
By Yannick Simo2 years ago in Poets
There is a part of me that wants to die; The one that has to do what is expected. I realise the trappings of this life, And mostly, feel by me they are accepted.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Holding an urn empty of water Waist covered with a flowing skirt Bare-chested, showing her naked breasts off Lichen-covered fountain out of service temporarily
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I am riding the steam of your words, The subtle heat trying to warm the crisp, cold, crystalline world Strangling the searing desires bubbling in our throats.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
Picture him in all his glory perfect. Just... perfect. your type. Oh, but so much more than that. The one you swoon over.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
call after call complaint after complaint deliveries delayed packages destroyed audio civil unrest nothing prepares you for
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Emerging from the waves to find my family gone brings panic and a faulty memory leads me back inside to bang on the wrong hotel door
By Aaron Morrison2 years ago in Poets
