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When It Rains
I miss you when it rains. Writers have a certain sadness, I think. The peculiar discipline of scooping into one’s own soul, to pour it onto a page requires complete honesty. To write is to imagine oneself living, if only vicariously, as another being. That sharing of a mind, soul and body is exhilarating, but too, exhausting. The knowledge that you can make yourself into anyone, anywhere, brings a certain sadness and the relentless question of “Am I who I’m supposed to be?”
By Alyson Kate Long5 years ago in Poets
Our American Heroes
They represent The red, white, and blue They stand before our flag As they salute No one will understand the bravery it takes
By Catherine Moceri5 years ago in Poets
Monster
It has many forms in our lives. Hardly appears the same way twice. It stands still as held breaths and sighs It can be a cruel creature, or it can be nice.
By Sarah Massey5 years ago in Poets
Faded Songs from Faded Loves
In a world where lovers are all the same. He was different. This lover—had the steady rhythm of a blues guitar and mellowness of a saxophone played by moonlight.
By holly m5 years ago in Poets
Requiem
Sing me a requiem For the words will be better than mine. Disjointed, unpolished, but all I knew Grief is funny It’s flashes of synchronicity between heart and mind.
By Audrey Larkin5 years ago in Poets
The Power In Words Return
I stopped to ask myself, where have you been all this time? Then I look more closely, at your youth, your vibrancy, your clarity and purpose of mind.
By Stu E5 years ago in Poets
Dearest Catherine:
Dearest Catherine I feel that smile, form Don’t let the lights in my eyes dim... Let my youthful face, drain with wrinkles—
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
somes (suhm•z)
Normal. The idea pushes you forward, stains your tongue red. Normal proceeds to get stuck in hyperspeed and see its way
By caylie hausman5 years ago in Poets
Poetry of the Lizard King
You may know him as Mr. Mojo Risin, the psychedelic rock god of The Doors or you may know him as just a disturbing and strange artist who joined the famed 27 Club with his death on July 3, 1971. Both accounts would be true. Love him or hate him, James Douglas Morrison created a counter culture movement of rage that filled the 60s in stark opposition to the positive message of love from contemporaries John Lennon. Instead, Morrison tapped into the collective conscious of a generation enraged and disturbed by its wars and conspiracies and failures. Its betrayals.
By Bryana 6 years ago in Poets
6 Ways I Overcome Writers Block When it Comes to Poetry.
When it comes to writing, words usually come pretty easy. As true as this statement may be everyone gets hit with cinder blocks that may prevent them from creating a masterpiece.
By Sierra Lynn6 years ago in Poets
dancing air
how does one describe the way the wind dances across a sand dune. imaginative and free, by the name of Nkechi, floating
By Anna-Alexia Basile6 years ago in Poets
Sonnet Three...
~ When your eyes look into mine, I don't know how to feel It's the way that you make me smile that causes my heart to race
By Kylee Cheyanne6 years ago in Poets