“Not yet, my love, not yet”— but my hands ache to trace the lines where your pulse runs hot, to know the places only the night can find.
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets
you tell me i am alive see monkey me see monkey you i listen, i be, i speak different things ask me why i will not live right
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
The Council Estate Dirty house, on a council estate, Kids bored, nothing to do all day Mums on drugs, dads doing time inside,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
This must be the cure your laying hips offer that lying lips can’t. You reawaken my dying desire, killed by hands that once felt like love.
By Lazywriter41about a year ago in Poets
You want a story of hope? Of innovation? Are you tone deaf to what’s happening in this nation Are you completely unaware of the situation?
Parasites infecting my brain Crushing my soul Causing my heart to strain Making my eyes roll Parasites Crawling everywhere
Glistening skin wrapped around a metal scythe, Hypnotic, strengthening with the grace of your eyes, Watch as I dance, mechanical prowess, a snake,
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Poets
What is it about a fragrance that got my sex hormones raging I just want to lay in it Sniff it, if it was edible I’d eat it
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Be very unhinged Make me stop in my tracks And go back and reread that Say the unexpected Make me question what you wrote
