Life as a Poet Knows It

Life as a Poet Knows It

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Beth Gadsden2 days ago
Blackout Poetry
Here is the start of my love affair with sharing with strangers (you guys), what I do to keep myself sane so that one day, a kid may read some of this crap and be inspired or get a good laugh out of i...
A. R. Ambrosi6 days ago
This Is a Poem
I suppose this is a poem or something But my thoughts won't stay in one place I try to organise and rationalise And marginalise But my words are an abstract mess Like melted crayons forming some kind ...
Kacie Kasper7 days ago
I'd Like To Write a Poem
I'd like to write a poem. Something moving, something wise. I'd like my words to linger, long after my demise I'd like to write of daffodils and lonely, wandering clouds of sailing ships, and daring q...
Jacob Parnell7 days ago
Talk the Talk
This has been a long time since. A long time coming like the end of this sentence. A long-sword thrust and there is my vengeance. And I won’t spit till I have someone to match wits. A half-fit, master...
Amber Crocker8 days ago
Cracked
I don't want to be fixed, broken inside and out. Stand beside me and you'll see that it's okay not to be whole sometimes, it's okay to be cracked where you're most vulnerable. All wounds will heal on ...
C J La8 days ago
No Mum, No Problems?
A circle of isolated feelings, Like a mother disowning with no meanings. See I can't win, But I can lose. To know what its like, Just step in my shoes. I'm sick of lies, I'm so confused. But one thing...
Althea Luce8 days ago
Schrödinger's Lie
to Write to Suffer the questions of Old embody the Author what purpose? why? How? WHY? The Author ity of life Incomplete without Truth the Truth Above that which is Anything at all the Maker Himself u...
Rachel Dow9 days ago
A Testament to a Life Well-Lived
When I am old, My life will count for something. My wrinkles will tell stories So my vocal cords don’t have to. With every creak and crack Of my aging back I’ll smile and say “These old bones don’t wo...
Althea Luce9 days ago
Schrodinger's Butterfly
if I had Butterfly wings at my Disposal, I would Sew them on my Shoulders, Fly away and be Free the Winds, however, would trap me with No Escaping the Wild of the Skies but the flowers would be at my ...