Loop the loop Please do not come back Negativity is like a hoop It's like a mind attack šššššš Here we go again No hope insight
By Mariann Carrollabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Quietly, not with pomp or thunder, The light leans through the same window every afternoon. Almost missed. Mistaken for something else.
By Mishael Wittyabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Under the Stairs It Waits There is a space beneath the stairs, Where light forgets to stay, Where dust hangs thick like something living,
By Georgeās Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
The Locksmithās Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
By Georgeās Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
I tossed you away. I tossed you away and yet you return. Reminding me Iām broken, useless- Like you. With each passing wave,
By Elizabeth Butlerabout 4 hours ago in Poets
He Keeps The Keys He stood outside too long, Not knocking, just listening, Like the door had a pulse, Like it knew him.
By Georgeās Girl 2026 about 4 hours ago in Poets
Beneath sharp and alluring skies Amid the spoils of societies many misteps Lost in the ravages of the speeding that is time
By Jason Mortonabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Everyone seems to have found a hand to hold, as if arrange by a higher power that doesn't believe I'm worthy. Restaurants sing in quiet duets,
By Tina D. Lopezabout 5 hours ago in Poets
coconut sunscreen worked into old bruises slow, circular, praying we can sweeten what we survived the skin might forgive if it smells right
By Fatal Serendipityabout 5 hours ago in Poets
A gang of turkeys wandered onto a business park road. A car came upon them apprehensively and stopped. The horn blared. No movement.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 6 hours ago in Poets
The first warm day of the year And I return from the store Sweating lightly in my t-shirt and shorts Waiting for the air to kick in
By Gene Lassabout 7 hours ago in Poets
āA soap impression of his wife That he ate and donated to the National Trustā - John Lennon āHappiness is a Warm Gunā
By Gene Lassabout 8 hours ago in Poets
