Blow Wind Blow Blow wind blow, not across the trees, not across the roofs, come for me instead, I am standing here like something left behind,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 5 hours ago in Poets
In the quiet of a house that once felt like a wind‑choked forest, the walls breathe in a rhythm only the floorboards remember.
By Forest Greenabout 13 hours ago in Poets
I, the partner of this joyous realm, walk barefoot on galaxies, collecting stardust from the hem of your skirts, turning it into verses that tumble like fireworks in the night.
By Forest Greenabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Am I therefore? Between the skin and air Did I build lights within? Visions of a different song Haunted by what I once was
By KuroHoshiabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Lazy Zara Tumbletown Zara wakes when the morning is tired, sunlight slipping through half closed eyes, her hair a wild and laughing mess,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 15 hours ago in Poets
Prose ain't my thing. so many rules to follow dot your i's comma before end quote I'll be lost in grammatical nightmares
By Lolly Vieiraabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Oh dear fear, I am yet to confront you about all the negative experiences, that led to countless setbacks and continuous merciless attacks.
By Suzii~about 20 hours ago in Poets
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
By 365poetryabout 24 hours ago in Poets
I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)about 24 hours ago in Poets
I write to hear the voice I hide, Between the lines where truths reside. Each word I place is soft yet loud, A quiet scream beneath a crowd.
By Ibrahim a day ago in Poets
5:30 a.m. “Put on your war paint!” Fall Out Boy alarms me My heart rises like a caged bird Naked under warm water, planning escape routes from my life
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets
