Time, Still Fall like stars, the sands of time. After all, you will be mine. You, who set my heart to beat Will someday set my heart to sleep. But when the day turns into night, And ticking hearts stop mid-fight, You too will find inevitable death. Time will be still; all will rest. Continue reading Time, Still
Brain Fog I’m trying to concentrate. I swear I am. But my heads all foggy And I’m losing to the demands On my mind and on my body So I’m curled up fetus-style, Waiting for someone to tell me I can stop for a little while. But I know I’ll try again. I’ll drive toward completion. I’ll get up and carry on, Without focusing on … Continue reading Brain Fog, a poem
Soggy Coffin Throne Quietly considering her own mortality, She feels salty water rise. Should she stay sitting, Half buried by crushed seashells, Rocks and bones and sand, Chilly air will be replaced by The unbreathable reality Of her soggy coffin throne As the ocean’s ticking clock Strikes high tide. Continue reading Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem
Unblinded Picture it: An unblinded world Aware of the pain We each feel and We each cause. Continue reading Unblinded, a short poem
Their Love 2, Foundations, is looking for gender-neutral, non-binary, and LGBTQ+ poems about family experiences. It is free to submit your poems, and you may win a cash prize! Learn more on the Contest Page by clicking below! Continue reading Free Poetry Contest
Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Before I stride by Lucidity Lamb Between two posts, there stands a gate. Within it’s shadow, I stand and wait. Beyond, there shines a vibrant sun, Out of sight of this begotten son. – Who am I now, before I stride? Who was I when I was alive? What choices made, brought me here? What sins denied? How many tears? – Before I step forth, … Continue reading Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between
The Hidden Heart And she rides the feather with her eyes, Escaping the ground in her mind, Fleeing the sound of her own voice, Repeating empty, boring lies. And she sighs as Veronica passes by, Her scent, her shape, her smile, Pretending friendship will satisfy, Aching with unrequited desires. And she locks the door to her room. Alone is better than consumed. This world is … Continue reading The Hidden Heart, a poem
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir, Blamed me for the curse upon its head. Never will I forget the terror and Wreckage left ‘neath its pounding tread. I fled into the mountain’s mystery, Curtained beneath the broken stone. But it found me shaking in shadow, Revealed by the serpent’s clone. Howled, did I, and screeched, did it, As it trapped me beneath its towering form. … Continue reading The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self
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