by Story Embers | Jan 9, 2020 | Poems |
By Cainon Leeds I was twenty-four, my friend, and getting married; we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we passed over the field of poppies that said, “We are the numbers to end all numbers. You can try, but you cannot count us away.” And we...
by Story Embers | Jan 2, 2020 | Poems |
By K. A. Grey Here I stand amid the ruins, Here I seek for answers Through thoughts riddled in confusion, The chaos clinking together Like iron fetters. My very thoughts are ringing, Forged in silence, chain by chain. Release me, for I am bound. Here the desolate...
by Story Embers | Dec 26, 2019 | Poems |
By Elizabeth Sond We live in the blank space between stanzas; we stand in the gaps between words, watching the poems float by and letting their inky melodies drip over our consciousnesses, idle to the idea that some words need to be blacked out, and that others...
by Story Embers | Nov 28, 2019 | Poems |
By Abby McBane The time has come to fell the flowers; It’s autumn now, the summer’s bounty waning. Outside I go, in the late morning hours, To do the deed, a buoyant manner feigning. Butterfly and bee fulfill their merry task Of going back and forth between each...
by Sarah Hughes | Nov 14, 2019 | Poems |
With the remnants of my meager strength I slowly stand, Turning the door handle, one thought guiding my shaking hand: The least I can do is know it all. My past reaches for me, clawing at my present; Resolutions and promises shatter beneath me as I relent, Scratches...
by Maddie Morrow | Oct 31, 2019 | Poems |
Smoke rises around me, steals my breath, and I can’t see. The life I’ve built is caving in; with bleeding lungs I let You in. Burn me, melt this all away, the rage I’m plagued with every day, all the bitterness and war; let me shout out triumph’s roar. Shake me,...
by Daeus Lamb | Sep 26, 2019 | Poems |
Never enough. Never enough. I am glory and disgrace. I’m tripping up at the end of the race. I’m a misspelled card, a hung-up phone. I’m always knowing and never known. I’m always reaching but never touching, Stuck in loving love more than loving. I’m the thrill of...
by Cindy Green | Sep 19, 2019 | Poems |
Poetry is written for the quiet ones,the soulful ones,the ones who let thoughts tangle in their throatsbefore they ever get tangled in their hair.Poetry is written for the soft ones,the shy ones,the ones who dance in midnight shadowsand sip on moonlight tea.Dear poets...
