Death is Hard, cold and final Death is Despair Death is A Poison Death is Here, there and everywhere Death is
By Edward Val39 minutes ago in Poets
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member about an hour ago in Poets
Please let this be a nightmare.. 🌀 You are tucked up in bed, Drained from daily-existence, The floor rumbles, Your butt clenches,
By Grz Colmabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Edge of Morning Darkness begins to loosen its hold, not gone, not defeated, simply retreating, allowing a thin line of light to appear,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
Lignocaine numbs necrosis as photonic light returns. Her waxen, fasciculate face stares with oblique-eyed delirium at half a dozen dysplastic masked doctors
By Edward Swaffordabout 3 hours ago in Poets
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 6 hours 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 7 hours ago in Poets
can i be beautiful and honest? or is beauty an attractive lie?
By L. Stormerabout 11 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 11 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 12 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 13 hours ago in Poets
