First Draft

fragility
i'm afraid i'm made of tissue paper pull me gently and i'll t e a r my bones are shaky skeleton hysterics; jumpy slide out of my skin
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Pour
Watch me pour out dry Delivering these endless Relentless dull lines A small haiku as a testimony for how writing can be dull sometimes, or our creative gears dry and unoiled.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
MEMOIR
In the pages of my memoir, I find, A tapestry of memories intertwined, Each chapter a journey, a story to tell, Of moments lived and lessons learned well.
By Betty Onesjay2 years ago in Poets
Hands of Love
You have very beautiful hands, Strong, big, secure, In their grasp, I find my place, In their touch, I am sure.
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Song
This is a basic poem I don’t know how to write rhymes If everyone ever wonders I just can… sing! * And I lend this hand to music
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Corporealitiness
Note: I discovered the three-word challenge shared between Paul Stewart and Gerard DiLeo and felt I had to share my two (three?) cents.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Slipping
I'm slipping. The world starts crumbling and everything seems to blur. My eyes don't go exactly where I want them to. My mind won't focus. The images in my head are blurred and faded, I want them to stop shaking.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Jurassic Punk
Note: I have been experimenting with the poems I have created for this challenge, and I have a conundrum: one limerick and two haikus (what should I submit?). There is very little chance that I will win this one, so I am going to share all three with you here.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Clouded thoughts
I find myself with no plans for the day no desire to step out sitting on my bed I take the time to stare at the sky through my small window
By Ken Mack2 years ago in Poets