When you say hi I’ll always reply. There never was a question. I’ll buy you small gifts, flowers, more, Money is just a concession.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
I fell softly head over heels into the snow catching my breath on your Canadian lips which were always dripping with sweet
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
every time I reach for a wrench I am proud to be My father’s daughter He was always a tool man half carpenter half sailor
We used to be quite the pair hand in hand eye to eye heart on heart then a black mirror came in like a curse like the one that mocked
The wonder of fall is that the gilded patina of heaven reflects perfectly in the boughs of tress that shed their veils
The Universe Listens Ask, but not with hands that take, Not with hunger, not with ache. Speak in trust, in open air, Not in greed, but in a prayer.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
There is a sage green box forgotten in the top of my closet full of trinkets, each one the talisman of a memory.
Cumulous clouds lowly in the sky owning themselves until the downpour of rain is over and the sunshine returns.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Wispy cloud floating by the moon waving Bye.
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Clubbing Through the Ages In days of old, within cave walls, our ancestors wielded clubs, each thud a rhythm of survival,
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
