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Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Is there anything more ridiculous than a calendar? At least clocks are round, but they mock us with their ticks while the rectangle on the wall
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
Karma
You reap what you sow. What goes around comes around. Stiff upper lip. Circling the ground with one foot out. A line drawn in the sand to show the line you crossed
By Joe Pattersona day ago in Poets
The Unknowing
Her silhouette can be seen day after day, as she stands staring out the window waiting for her family to visit she sees people passing by, staring...pointing up at the poor lonely lady whose relations have abandoned her
By Antoni De'Leona day ago in Poets
Camellias
when I sold my house to the golf course, I took cuttings from the camellias in my front yard and gave them to my mother to root.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
Smoke
The smoke arrives first— not thick, not choking, just a thread of it, a memory made visible, curling through the still air
By Lori Armstronga day ago in Poets
Which Phile Are You?
Nature soothes like nothing else, we love different aspects of it and depending on what we love, we can be given a name.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
World War America
Across woeful shaded lands in Kentucky, Where the wind whistles with the whisper of wails, There are parades of serving soldiers,
By Conor Matthewsa day ago in Poets
The Vase
Standing in the attic, Surrounded by cobwebs and dust, I stare at the boxes. *** Moving day was coming, And I needed to shed myself of some belongings.
By Amethyst Champagnea day ago in Poets
Like Oil
The enquiry feeds the morning guilt shaken Foaming out with every step you take with your mouth. I hold my head high before plopping it down
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P a day ago in Poets
Implosion
A pine box … Lowered… slowly, daintily … lower.. Into the dirt… Within lies my universe… The end all and be all of my very being
By Andrew C McDonalda day ago in Poets
Unloved Haiku
Unloved Haiku Born to be unloved Not by family by Men All want to hurt Me Marie381UkWrites #www #viral #poetrymagazines #facebook #twitter #instergrampoets #vocalmedia #love #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poetrylovers #nolove #menhateme #hurt #lovehaiku
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
Return of The Peepers
I wait to hear this sound every Spring, the chorus of peepers. The song comes back every year and yet, it always surprises me.
By Fiona Howella day ago in Poets