How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
***if you are in immediate danger, call 911. for confidential support and resources, you may contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1.800.799.7233(SAFE)***
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
Half the laundry is still warm. I fold it anyway, creased in the quiet way my mother never taught me. The dryer hums behind me,
By Oula M.J. Michaels8 months ago in Poets
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin8 months ago in Poets
The goosebump hair is called bumbershoot They stick up to the clouds like a galoot It likes to give itself a shave A close cut is what it crave
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Poets
Don’t make me go out tonight But thank you for the invite I’ll stay at home in bed My social battery’s dead Ugh, okay, fine, alright!
By Leslie Writes8 months ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 8 months ago in Poets
Should you wish to disappear, come along and listen clear. For life is easy to get you down, so why not give isolation, a solid go.
By George Hall8 months ago in Poets
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik8 months ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
