The tree flares on, but you are not here in the light. The wind disturbs the leaves, and the hallway air turns cold. I keep replaying that night in the bulbs' bare light.
By Diane Foster3 months ago in Poets
I’m slipping—losing track of things you said I’ve never been a fan of long goodbyes Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
I'm sorry for what I said Your fears I cannot quell You lie silent in our bed ~ The thrill of the chase has fled Your beauty has lost its spell
By Lightning Bolt ⚡3 months ago in Poets
In the town San Miguel men are busy widowing. The hour knocks, the hammer drops, the padre rings his bell. . It’s a gamble, drinking from its sun-bleached well,
By Sean3 months ago in Poets
I was 4 years old the first time a man ruined my worth. Sitting on the knee of my ‘uncle,’ confused by his hand. “I love you so much. Don’t tell, or your mom will get hurt.”
By Hope Martin3 months ago in Poets
I should have turned away that bitter night, When shadows whispered secrets through the gloom. Now phantom footsteps follow in my sight.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
The Orchard of His Youth I made his hunger holy every time he touched my skin, his youth an unripe peach I pressed to coax its gold;
By Lori Burchmann3 months ago in Poets
The Horizon Opens Before the whisper, before the chord, before the balloon caught wind There was a breath. A breath that stirred the archive,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
I slam doors at the thought of your rejection, This longing brews inside me and rises like a storm. I shutter at the thought of your protection.
By A.K. Treadwell 3 months ago in Poets
I never thought I'd be at this stage Yearning for chapters that never began And yet I turn the page Lying here at the end of my age
By Steven Clayton3 months ago in Poets
not gonna wallow, holdin' my head high scowl, roll your eyes, it won't lessen my pride seen bad things in my time, aint gotta lie
By John Cox3 months ago in Poets
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
