L a s t season's crunchy dead mums. My fingers found wet soil the last rain kept it moist I pull the dried gray stems
By Michele Nampalliabout a month ago in Poets
Midnight. Low sugar. Household thrust into chaos. Shake. Breathe. Beep, beep, beep.
By Harbor Cecilleabout a month ago in Poets
So I woke up today and thought - why am I sad !? I woke asking myself - why am I depressed, walking around with a "10 month" OLD child in MY stomache !!
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
She Never Found Her Way Home She left with a small case, and a restless bright heart, The train pulled away from the quiet green lane.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
My preschooler sits Beside me when she does sit. One day she’ll hold still.
By Brynne Nelsonabout a month ago in Poets
Bones are coming. Crows wait on posts, coyotes in field: they smell nôhkom's stew. - - - - - - - *Note: The word coyotes in the second stanza should be read kai-oats (not kai-oh-tees).
By Jennifer A. G.about a month ago in Poets
Green Jell-O, white lights, Papa in a paper gown. I wait in the hall.
The Deepest Love, Still Singing I heard your voice inside a quiet song, Soft as breath upon the evening air. It moved through rooms of memory and time,
A soft cry wakes me The tired need to resist I pull you closer
By Amyabout a month ago in Poets
soft, rhythmic rasping sandpaper tongue across fur feline sound, newfound
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a month ago in Poets
I like this sweet... I like this sweet because it is "sweety" !? I like this sweety because it is sweet and sweetified I like this sweet, because it is sweetified, it really is !?
I want you to report "MY" crimes !? I want you to report all the crimes that I have committed, and I want to know who will help me !?
