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My Safety Is Not Your Safety
In these challenging times, we are all trying to be safe. But are also all living with different notions of safety. A friend tells you he’s been very careful. And then casually mentions the dinner he had with his cousin, the wife of the cousin, and the mother of the wife of the cousin.
By Diana Bernardo5 years ago in Poets
Remind me again
“Flourish my wounds with your salty words And break In half my little world Plant your seed of infection into my soul
By Cadma5 years ago in Poets
I won’t be sober
“Pass me up Johnny I could use a drink it always gives me the ability to think don't stop sliding them down the bar aisle
By Cadma5 years ago in Poets
Blue to Black
The deafening silence lingers between my ears and heart Redundant reviews seeking a revelation, that ceases to exist His blue eyes darkened to black and his heart followed
By Cadma5 years ago in Poets
Where is the Love?
Where do I start? All the good stuff that we've been through is erased by your memory of how inadequate I am based on your standards
By Kali5 years ago in Poets
One my second soul, Right Mom?
On my second soul, right mom. Heart And soul Was this the white light that catholic's talks about? Or was the surgical light.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
COVID 19
“I’m locked in, they won’t let me out..” That is the current norm of our never-ending situation, COVID struck, Like an earthquake.
By WritingOfTheHeart™️5 years ago in Poets
A Collection of Poems
Below are a collection of poems I have been working on for my creative writing course. The poems are a sonnet, free-verse, and ryhming and poems for children. So any feedback on any of the poems below will be most helpful.
By Sean Checkley5 years ago in Poets
Mastering My Craft
Make no mistake, I’m a maker of make believe. A make or break crafter of lies that make light of me. I make good,
By Maria Shimizu Christensen5 years ago in Poets
Mittens The Great
Sir, I was a Poet. Don’t babble at me in that sing-song way. In a former life, I was renowned. Bold men wept openly at the beauty of my ballads.
By Chelsey Albert5 years ago in Poets
Sleep
The air is thick like smoke and it is dark like midnight. The fog has taken over and consumed sky. Yet in this hour of sleep I am awake listening to the sound the quiet makes.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
The Old Me
I have to say goodbye Because I have to And that’s the worst way to leave To desert a love without wanting To. I don’t want to go
By K.P. Sami5 years ago in Poets