Edge of Ending, a poem
A poem for anyone standing on the edge of a change, like me. Continue reading Edge of Ending, a poem
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When Roses Rest
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
A Little More Free
I would like to beA little more freeBut this burden is heavyWith my self-imposed needAnd it won’t be lighterUntil I have the timeTo remember how littleIt takes to survive. Continue reading A Little More Free
These Thoughts of You; a poem
Your eyes are caring, full of love. Your hands are strong and kind. Your lips are soft, your hugs are warm. Your words reflect your mind. My dreams revolve around you, my dear. My heart beats to your tune. My future is beside your side. My mind is filled with thoughts of you. The way our drives and dreams align. How you focus on me … Continue reading These Thoughts of You; a poem
Play with Me
I cannot play with you Today. I cannot take the time Today. But if you love me, take me Today. Save me from my duty Today. Remind me to live, to play Today. Or I might not care if I see Tomorrow. Continue reading Play with Me
Appreciate, a poem
Appreciate I cannot stand to see the way people make people cry. I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied. Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best? Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest? Before you rise, remember how precious is the dawn, With all the world must face, it’s a … Continue reading Appreciate, a poem
Edge of Ending, a poem
Edge of Ending Barely holding on now, So close now to the door, Thoughts spinning windingly, Freer than before. It doesn’t have to make sense. Life isn’t grammatically correct. Imperfect but determined, A matter of matter-of-fact. These lines are not straight. These thoughts are not so narrow. These lights are not guiding. These bones have not but marrow. But if tips of fingers, of nails, … Continue reading Edge of Ending, a poem
Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh
Depressed Shout out to the depressed Just trying to get by. Keeping eyes open With regurgitated lies I don’t feel happy I’m not even that sad I say I’m hopeful So they don’t feel bad It’ll be okay If tomorrow ever comes But I’ll still be struggling To believe in the dawn. Hello, friends! I thought I’d share a little ditty I wrote as 2020 … Continue reading Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh
Time, Still
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, a poem
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, 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
Free Poetry Contest
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, a poem about success
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
