It's 4am I wake like clockwork too hot drenched in sweat Needing to pee I s t u m b l e to the bathroom then back to bed
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout an hour ago in Poets
All roads lead to you— not in the way maps promise arrival, but in the way grief redraws every street until there is nowhere else to go.
By Brie Boleynabout 3 hours ago in Poets
can i be beautiful and honest? or is beauty an attractive lie?
By L. Stormerabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Write an elegy poem that mourns a person, place, time, or idea that has been lost. My mother, my sister and my youngest brother are all gone
By Denise E Lindquistabout 7 hours ago in Poets
It is not an insurrection But it could do with some detection No need for an election But there could be a selection
By Christopher Beardabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Would you dare open it? No idea what is inside Maybe it is even ticking Waiting for the right time Possibly looking for something to find
I stopped looking for the moments that use to light me up. There was no room for those moments between the bills piling up,
By Brooke Moranabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Salt Memory Night leans heavy over the water, a slow and restless breathing moving through it, dark folds rising and falling without warning,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 10 hours ago in Poets
What You Leave Behind There are things that cling like shadows, Old voices that call your name, Moments that refuse to loosen,
memorially broken pieces sensorially spectral or shrapnel remnants shards create charades façades fragmental particles
By Paul Stewartabout 10 hours ago in Poets
If I were the sun, I would feel honoured to be The one who illuminates What you keep in the dark Everyone would envy me,
By Rosie J. Sargentabout 11 hours ago in Poets
George Eliot: "It is never too late to be what you might have been." — Suburban Tourist - The time spent — nay wasted — won't come back
By Paul Stewartabout 11 hours ago in Poets
