I remember mornings when sunlight spilled over dirt roads, when possibility filled every conversation, and voices carried trust, not suspicion.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
At night, when everything goes quiet, why does your mind get louder? The room feels full even when I’m alone. I stop moving— but something doesn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya a day ago in Poets
You’re Not Dead, So How Can You Haunt Me? You sit there breathing, I hear it, slow, steady, real, Yet every room bends when you enter, like memory gone wrong,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
Spirit Reader? Are You A Witch? They lean in when you speak, half afraid, half needing, Their questions heavy with things they will not say aloud,
I kept trying to explain that I am never with children !? I kept trying to explain that travelling around the world makes NO sense if I see the same !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Dungeons and Murders Beneath the stones where time forgets, a hollow breath begins to crawl, the dungeon walls are slick with grief,
So very often, things we wish for, things we want to get done, lie forgotten – having fallen between the cracks.
By Rasma Raistersa day ago in Poets
Like the Phoenix, I will rise from the ashes, of all of my yesterdays. I might have been down, perhaps always with a frown
I was there when Achilles fell, there before the horse— before it all: the burning wall, before Clytemnestra buried her blade.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
I wanna get some Studio styling gel and sculpt my bangs into a ski slope from 1988 while Van Halen, U2, REM, and The Cult throb through my Panasonic
The Witch of Reasons She walks where questions gather thick, in corners where no light will stay, her breath a hush of knowing cold,
BRIDGE: VERSE 1: Can’t be me can’t let you down Fact Is that I’m out of town But my actions speaking louder…. It’s that feeling with the crown
By Haychie_Artista day ago in Poets
