Down where the bends and the moss still weeps, I stand, a woman caught 'tween what I was and what I’ll be. The years in me, they stitch and tear,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
In the furnace heat of summer’s haze, I bent beneath the sun's cruel gaze, A child with heavy hands that toil, To win the praise, to earn the spoil.
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I'm counting my stressings and all of my blessings but the math isn't mathing I'm responding, they're reacting You say you're a grown up
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
oil paint peeling slowly over time thoughts of a distant artist work sublime one piece of art amongst many loss, a crime
By C.Z.about a year ago in Poets
The hands, worn and weathered by the weight of countless days, grip the earth—familiar and foreign in the same breath.
Lost directions in the unknown phenomena, a cliff in the dusk of sirens drifting the life into shadowless creatures into the hollow world
By Anket Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
O h! Mighty Heavens. Another Portal to the Mysteries C aress bumps of a mother with her little ones E thereal feels of colors never seen— Eyes never witnessed
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Nobody could give me a noogie Nobody but you Nobody could call you a booby Nobody but me Nobody could make fun of my clothes
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
I. It jumps upon the couch And a scream erupts The spider hops away in fear. II. . Weaving and twirling In the air
By Muchtar Suryawanabout a year ago in Poets
Most women now stand firm, alone, Choosing peace over the unknown. Dating today feels hollow, unkind, A fleeting spark, a shallow bind.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
It’s strange, isn’t it, how they’ll worry so, When a woman finds her solo glow— Living alone, traveling far and wide, Claiming joy with no one by her side.
