My little piece of hell June 20, 2019September 20, 2019Lindy Weller 0 A poem about feeling trapped in a life that I am well aware I should be out of for many reasons. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
No Reason June 20, 2019September 20, 2019Jonathan Dowdle 0 And that was it, there was nothing left to say; In a world that hits hard, a soft touch fails to hold meaning; Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
I get up at dawn June 20, 2019September 20, 2019George Freek 0 This poem is inspired by early Chinese poetry, and it is an entirely original composition. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
So Very Much is Left… June 20, 2019September 20, 2019Gregory Gilbert Gumbs 0 So very much is left unseen Between the printed out pictures and Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Remember June 20, 2019September 20, 2019Mary Shay McGuire 0 My poetry refers to the past and the present almost simultaneously. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Not a Rose June 20, 2019September 20, 2019Jada Yee 0 This piece touches on self-worth…more like, pushes away and embraces the duality of the idea. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
See you around June 20, 2019September 20, 2019Francis Bede 0 A work of horror, of guilt and of droll humour. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Vigilance March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Emily Bilman 0 In the resilient haze of my infanthood A half-opened drawer of linens Exudes my mother’s fragrance Of jasmine, almond, and cloves. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Freed March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Katherine Davis 0 My poem reflects an idiosyncratic vision of the mind/body divide and of the journey to personal freedom. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Dark Mess March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Christiana Sasa 0 An inevitable mess Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
maybe it’s an angel? March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Hannah Brostrom 1 A poem about incidental childhood fear and how those fears grow into logical reactions. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
The Road to Nowhere March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Catherine Moscatt 0 My screams Are making my Parents bleed Like a thousand paper cuts On a single finger Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
The Dream Road March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Andrew Scott 0 Searching for the Dream Road the one not found in the darkness Where my soul can reload Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Feet Up On The Dash March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Lisa Arnold 4 A poem about trying to escape a mundane existence but knowing deep down the escape is impossible but still having an ounce of hope. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
It’s Time March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Mary Mills 3 A fragile reflection bounces off the mirror as a soft, dulled image lulled by a slow, backward pull away from pain. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
The step March 20, 2019June 20, 2019Francis Bede 0 And shower waterfalls like moonlight at armistice for the elderly or youth in the all together Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...