Split Personality I say I’m fine and mean it then feel the cold hit later when no one’s around I dance in rooms I hate
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
This was inspired by something my daughter said that I misheard while we were walking around our neighborhood which is overrun with stray cats. First draft, so I will probably come back to it at some point.
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets
RELIGION and FAITH rich and poor 2/7/2026 RELIGION! Is for the lucky A love from early on A story ages long..
By Victor Mendeza day ago in Poets
I tried to write a poem about my legs. Huh! Didn’t go very far. When that didn’t work, I decided to write a poem about my arms. Couldn’t reach an audience.
By Margaret Brennana day ago in Poets
I like this person - and he said let's move in together !? I said, where do you live !? He said URUGUAY - I said but that's 5,000 plane tickets a "Spongebob" bath, and the way things be looking a whole entire mysterious scenario happening !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I feel my eyelids, each one the weight of a golf ball. I’m standing up, trying to work… at my eyes are fighting me more than my brain.
By Gabriel Shames2 days ago in Poets
I Am Telling You Directly About the Self. ⚖️ I am speaking to you about the fact of your own mind, not the idea of it but the actual thing operating inside you right now,
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Poets
We sat on the porch, wrapped in the quiet, as she poured out her salvation, a heavy gospel laid at my feet. She recited her testimony like a script,
By Archery Owl 2 days ago in Poets
Hands grip the heavy steel. A violent heave, breaking gravity, then the crashing, heavy release.
Such a beautiful "movie". Time flew, nothing really changing There in crowd I attended treasure-pleasure hunt . „SENTIMENTAL VALUE“ (2025) movie jewel absorbing,
By Diana2 days ago in Poets
Today is Plant a Flower Day. All gardeners understand that plants don't grow uniformly. Some thrive in strong sunlight. Others in darker corners. Some don't thrive at all.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 days ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charlton2 days ago in Poets
