Free Verse
A savagely but accidentally cracked beautiful cobalt blue glass mug
and you thought I was kidding A few months ago I scored this beauty At a thrift shop And was excited, as a pure aesthete, to imbibe a cup of tea from its magical blueness.
SynecdochePublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsMidheaven
Walking, Soaring Through cotton clouds Where the sun and the moon meet For their battle to rule Over the sky,
The Evening Ball
Dim sunlight In the middle of the dark; Silhouettes of tall trees Open their arms in awe Of the splendid night sky,
Words Left Unspoken
Hello My Sweet, The chances of me ever being able to say these words out loud to you, are almost slim to none, so I'm putting them in this letter. Maybe you'll read them, maybe you won't, but at least I'll know I tried to tell you.
Mercedes ChavezPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsReflection in the Window
"How far do you want to go with this?" "Not yet, don't say anything yet." "I don't think it works for somebody else...I mean, Gary and Celeste...what do they know about anything?..."
Lars KnutsonPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsWinds of Home
I remember the winds of home most of all, the constant breeze blowing in from the Gulf. They'd arise with the dawn, swirling and eddying throughout the day, forming vortices from the powder fine sand atop the loamy soil.
David MuñozPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsMenace in the Uwharries.
Angry spitter, thawed from ice or awakened in a lightning storm. No one knows; no no one survived
Willem IndigoPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsWhat Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsAncient Echoes
In towering canyons, I now roam, A relic from a distant home. Amidst the city's ceaseless throng, I am the echo of a primal song.
For the Love of Life, Live
Life is a once-ever opportunity. How close to death do you need to get before you understand? Life is a once-ever opportunity.
Caroline JanePublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsFollow your love
We live, and we love. With each passing day, I love it more. With each passing month, I become more in love. With each passing year, I will never stop loving.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsThe Lull
She lays her head on her pillow and flips her hair up and over the back of it. She stares at the cornflower blue wall as if it will bring Him back , and as she drifts off to sleep, He comes.
Colleen WaltersPublished about 16 hours ago in Poets