Baby Born With No Love, Yet He Survived Baby born with no love, No arms waiting wide, No whispered welcome, Just a cry in an empty room.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Let Me Go, You Are Squeezing My Heart Too Tight Let me go, You are squeezing my heart too tight, Love should not feel like iron hands,
Live And Let Live I am not here to be polished for you, Not here to soften my edges, My voice was born rough, And it fits my mouth just fine.
Is Getting Along Enough? Today the headline whispers through the nations, through crowded rooms and quiet kitchen chairs.
I know it is normal for all of us to enjoy something we wished we knew how !? A spinal muscle, assuming this is the way we communicate !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
The Five Cities The city of thieves does not sleep, Its streets coil like blackened serpents, And the walls themselves seem to lean inward,
Where Did My Life Go To? Tonight the headline breaks inside my chest, no ink, no paper, no witness but me. Where did my life go to, tell me plainly,
Where She Breaks She stands in a room full of mirrors, Yet cannot bear her own reflection. Her lipstick bleeds beyond the line,
No Dosh for the Madam She woke one morning sharp with scheme, A crown imagined, bold and bright, She said, I shall be Madam now,
Tag My poetry I tag my poems so it’s not lost, so it does not drift faceless through the crowd, so it does not wander unnamed in the noise,
He Cast the Last Tide He rose before the gulls, boots wet, hands salted with the tide. The boat groaned under his weight,
A child has parents !? A man has parents !? A child has parents !? A man has parents !? Recently I understood every man was once a child !?
