Natasha Lalonde15 minutes ago
Red
I once saw a man So red I thought he was a sunset In the middle of July His teeth shined Like melting icebergs And you could just tell That crying Was the only way he knew How to say good morning He s...
LS
LP Steinbeck16 minutes ago
For Maestro
For Maestro... "How often have you walked quietly within my heart? It is the forest, moist with passion and tears, Drinking from the river of my soul flowing deep inside, Thirsty depths, It would seem...
Screaming Tearz34 minutes ago
Silence
Hiding behind your silence only pushes me further away. I promise you that I'm waiting to hear what you have to say. Opening speaking your mind take away the guess work for me. The key to a strong las...
Natasha Lalondean hour ago
Plastic Bags / Smudged Painting
Doors open. Crowds push forward. The metro sighs and hiccups along the track. Sylvia sinks further down into her seat. Empty expressions melt into their newspapers. Grey faces, eyes closed and for onc...
cookie footan hour ago
Unconditional Thoughts of You
I'm not going to pretend you care about me. It's too hard, I can't do it. But I don't know what else to do. I can't pretend that I don't care about you. - 2014
Natasha Lalondean hour ago
Bismillah
The first time I heard her whisper Bismillah, I witnessed the beauty in believing in God. But yesterday, between computers and cacophony, she looked west and held her breath. “Shooting at Quebec City ...
Fields of Heather
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend, Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend. Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore, I call your name, but suddenly,...
Eric Ragsdale6 days ago
He
He walks down the hallway, Hears "she" and "her," And it burns a hole into his soul, Already wounded by pain and hate for who he is, He smiles through the pain, Through the "daughter's" and names that...
Matthew Martin8 days ago
A Weapon
I possess a weapon. That's right. You read that correctly. I have a weapon. It's perfectly legal, Yet it's more powerful Than any blade you can sharpen, Any gun you can load, Any bomb you can drop And...
Mike Wayward16 days ago
D Day
Decorated distractions Doused with decadence and despair Dreams of the disconnected Dissipating into thin air Directing the diverse To down-play and disperse Deferring days to default Defaulting to th...
Seb Reilly21 days ago
Resonance
A soft ripple shifting beside us inside time outside mine creating slides falling downside up and out-lifting slipping seconding minutely bleed fine slowing soft sheens gradually reverses unrehearsed ...
Lynn Stadela month ago
Night Rise
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery. Sweet is...
Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
Life as a Poet Knows It
Industry tips for new poets. Welcome to the Poets family.
America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Troi Speaks3 hours ago
String Theory
So strange the sensation missing you is. Like walking through webbing of a spider Like string- red string It's odd. It's warm, the feeling. So I guess it's a good thing. Guess it's just been a minute ...
Letting That Go
We broke up you didn't want to grow up I'm smiling through the pain despite the bad luck even though I'd rather get effed up When you figure it out, don't call me I ain't your baby There will never be...
Troi Speaks5 hours ago
Eat Mo Bananas
We are so temporary. Quiet, in how we leave, much like a lunar eclipse or spider lightning. Like sprites, and elves in the ionosphere my dear my dear I think we're better disconnected. Unplugged and f...
Natasha Lalondean hour ago
Plastic Bags / Smudged Painting
Doors open. Crowds push forward. The metro sighs and hiccups along the track. Sylvia sinks further down into her seat. Empty expressions melt into their newspapers. Grey faces, eyes closed and for onc...
Natasha Lalondean hour ago
Bismillah
The first time I heard her whisper Bismillah, I witnessed the beauty in believing in God. But yesterday, between computers and cacophony, she looked west and held her breath. “Shooting at Quebec City ...
Radical
Yeah, that's me. Radical thoughts breaking the seams the memes, the streams internet not touching my dreams any of the things that seem to be reaching my eyes my ears just not me being seen as me. Yea...
Leandra Denson6 hours ago
Unstoppable
My heart? That old thing is filled to the brim in anguish, it has been weighted down in my chest for years. It drags my hopes and my dreams down to a place that no one knows how to talk about, and it ...
Adam Clas6 hours ago
Conflicts Within
I wonder what it’s like to be great, Hoping for the day I see my life not for waste, I get excited to create but I feel displaced, I feel my situation wasn’t thought in good taste, I should race but s...
Nicole Ozment7 hours ago
Where Do You Find (Lost) Confidence?
Where Do You Find (Lost) Confidence? I find it in the quiet. I find it in "the still, small voice at the end of the day that says, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" I find it in the winter. In the scenery...
Screaming Tearz34 minutes ago
Silence
Hiding behind your silence only pushes me further away. I promise you that I'm waiting to hear what you have to say. Opening speaking your mind take away the guess work for me. The key to a strong las...
Alesha Nejad2 hours ago
New Year, New Me?
So it’s the NEW year... New clouds, New rain, But what should I do when it comes to old pain? The past lust that swirls deep within, The past touch that creeps up your skin, However, now I’m on a NEW ...
My Lost Dream
The warm embrace I felt, all over my body tightened at the belt when there was nobody. I'm lost without it and I don't know how to feel while I'm breaking bit by bit you're the joker I want to deal. I...
J.E. Hinrichs2 hours ago
Haar
I’m not much of a beach person
, (The sunshine’s not very “me”)
, But I can rarely resist the Siren call, Of a grey, storm-tossed sea. Buffetings by salt-scented wind
, are gifts of adversity
, that g...
Nicole Ozment6 hours ago
Life, Part One
It starts as a forest, Breathing, thriving. Every drop of rain the start of another life. A towering tree Covering, cowering, Looking down on the flowering world from above. A tender vine with its bit...
Nicole Ozment7 hours ago
Life, Part Three
Red, golden, gray cliffsides Craggy shelters of the rock dwellers carved out by God's hand. Sloping downward smoothing to the flat stretches... Dusty dry lake-beds. Sunlight and shadows dance a pictur...
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LP Steinbeck16 minutes ago
For Maestro
For Maestro... "How often have you walked quietly within my heart? It is the forest, moist with passion and tears, Drinking from the river of my soul flowing deep inside, Thirsty depths, It would seem...
cookie footan hour ago
Unconditional Thoughts of You
I'm not going to pretend you care about me. It's too hard, I can't do it. But I don't know what else to do. I can't pretend that I don't care about you. - 2014
Mattie M.3 hours ago
When the Sun Rises
I’ve never forgotten the vows spoken In the dream of love, there you stand Waiting for my eyes to awaken from my slumber In the musical notes rising I hear the soft-spoken words calling out to my hear...
Bazooka Teaches2 hours ago
Spotting a Fraud
In a room full of people, faces gleam the ideal calamity; And across the way, an appealing woman nods at the alcohol that makes me a sleaze. In a view full of money, hands urge on the gaudy unity; And...
Ryan Coopera day ago
Blowjob to a Beretta
(The one thing I need to make very clear, this is not a suicide note, this is not a cry for help. This is poetry, from the heart, from my soul, I simply chose this perspective because it's the most ev...
Ryan Coopera day ago
Burn the Witch
My mind is going, creativity flowing, not really knowing what side I'm showing but hoping it's good enough to let it show, to let people know I'm ready to go, who needs a beat to flow, I'm not the cen...
Natasha Lalonde15 minutes ago
Red
I once saw a man So red I thought he was a sunset In the middle of July His teeth shined Like melting icebergs And you could just tell That crying Was the only way he knew How to say good morning He s...
Adam Delia3 hours ago
Malum In Se
The oblivion veins of disparity. Glacial as a jejune sigh from the mouth of a sadist. In equal temperament to the death rattle of fallen priests. Those that never aspire, never become the ghosts with ...
Mary Davis4 hours ago
Fire
The moment your lips touched mine I felt fire I never felt before. Hot, burning desire through my veins. Top of my head down to my toes, my body came alive. I have waited for you. The moment your eyes...
k anne3 days ago
Numbers.
kilograms, 73; brothers, 3; years, 18; worth, 34; beauty, 7.5; courage, 4; anxiety, 11; happiness, 3; minutes, 5; minutes, 4; minutes, 3; minutes, 2; you, 1; me, 0.
ElRey Niffen11 days ago
Divided
Divided we stand fighting over flags and racial tags. In today's America it's always a one sided debate that invokes hate. The southern flag is treated like a swastika carried by a Nazi when it's a si...
Steven Baldrya month ago
My Christmas Carol
I wonder if I were to be visited by 3 Ghosts... What would be the lesson that I would learn most ? Would I change my ways just like Old Ebenezer ? Would I even be open to conceive them. As I sit here ...