I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
I thought you were my friends the deep conversations and endless laughs, all the promises... that meant nothing. You left me.
By Sahil Rawat4 months ago in Poets
I edged along the abyss, where even Death seemed generous. I spoke to lifeless clouds, conversation after conversation, no response.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
It doesn't show up on the page, Not in the skills or the degree. It's in the fog that clouds your mind, The man you promised you would be.
By The 9x Fawdi5 months ago in Poets
he comes together from pieces people, places, and so many things collected from experiences an exponential doorknob with the portal that always revolves
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Come to the garden, come and see, The letters growing wild and free! A is an Ant on an Apple so red, B is a Bumblebee buzzing ahead.
When time has compressed me to stone, and my skeleton’s part of the cliff, the wind will begin its slow work, composing its elegy if.
When the rain has dissolved me, and I am one with the loam, the worms that turn this earth will write your name in their slow, blind tome.
When the roots of the willow have threaded my bones, and used my ribs for their home, they will drink from the rain that once fell on your skin,
A red bloody stain Found on the hooking dance cane Plain Jane did complain
By Marc OBrien5 months ago in Poets
requested for commitment to the ambiguous. dedicate to it: verity. faulty funds invest in broken. diminishing dividends
