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~ a slight propulsion, a division of stakes, to chance the landing becomes a question delayed, skimming lazily o'er still glass,
By Heather Hublerabout 4 hours ago in Poets
~ i cried a river yet my boat sits on cracked earth, dry mouth while drowning ____________________________________________________
By Heather Hubler6 days ago in Poets
~ They found you tucked away in a spot of amber marveling at your fragile frame. You stopped for a snack or a rest perhaps
By Heather Hubler12 days ago in Poets
~ I wanna run away with you. Top down, hair blowing across your face, that smile in your eyes sending me over the edge,
By Heather Hubler13 days ago in Poets
~ how often do we stop to consider all the seeds we've sown today? the kinds of repercussions we've chosen to validate and lead us on the way–ever
By Heather Hubler16 days ago in Poets
~ it's hard to miss what you never had, to hear others grieving hugs and kisses and conversations with family who loved them unconditionally,
By Heather Hubler18 days ago in Poets
An acrostic piece for my poem-a-day challenge that has become more of a poem-mostly-every-day thing. It is what it is, lol!
By Heather Hubler24 days ago in Poets
~ east of the main square south past the iron gate church bells ring, howling into the aether easing burdens and pockets
By Heather Hubler28 days ago in Poets
Written for ViM's Found Poem Friday :) The prompt: Write a found poem with the lyrics from "Creep" by Radio Head. Keep in mind, you are limited to only use words that are FOUND 😉 in the original work (no words can be used that are not in the song lyrics)
~ if he had a mood ring, it would probably be gray a color leeched of color, black has some depth to it at least. or maybe it would be brown, an amalgamation
By Heather Hublerabout a month ago in Poets
~ home. where once an empty grave of brick and broken spirit lay, now stands my salvation molded in the shape of you. your divine silhouette cast by
~ She sits in her silence A million thoughts buzzing about The rain tapping out a lonely lullaby But one scrap of truth screams