Mind is in turmoil. Am I sane? Is this real life? Don't know this madhouse. * An acrostic and a senryu. I have Susan Fourtané to thank for the inspiration. You should check her out here:
By Rachel Deeming9 months ago in Poets
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khan9 months ago in Poets
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
Like all who linger I am dwindling but not Yet prepared to end
By D. J. Reddall9 months ago in Poets
After The Argument Why can’t we talk calm and slow Why do we jump, spit, lose control We blow like bombs, no time to think
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
The burdens that come always make you regret The bad burdens that you remember in your head It is good to remember the past, even the bad days
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Poets
Look at everything I have accumulated Without any taste
Grandad Loved his pipe Grandad loved his pipe, he smoked it to relax and think. They wouldn’t let him smoke it in the pub,
You snatch up the keys Steathily try all the cars Not even one works! * Ha! We foiled you, Thief! Those keys belonged to a car
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶9 months ago in Poets
