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Unbound

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Nemusa

Unbound

The ropes fell silent,
slipping like breath from an open palm.
Weight dropped—
dead leaves whirling in an unseen hand,
a whisper of what once held.

Not ungrateful,
but the air is clearer now,
the ground firm beneath unburdened feet.

You must trust—
let the tide take you,
let the light land where it will.

Heal not by holding,
but by opening—
wide as the sky,
soft as dusk settling on quiet bones.

Abandoned words live still,
tangled in the wind’s own song.
The everyday hero does not cling,
but walks forward—unbound.

Sorry I've been away but been very ill, didn't go to the poetry reading after all...such a disappointment. Glad the weekend is here again days have been blurring into each other.
Hope you're all doing better than I am, will try to catch up, happy Friday ❣️

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Quiet Demeanor

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Marc Morais

Quiet Demeanor

I move like water
through our conversation—
I make room for her,
my words beneath my tongue,
I listen with care—talk less.

Mar 7 K E Cummins

There is No

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Sarah Spang

There is No

And now there is no vestige
No trace, no artifact
Of what once was behind us
Where time won't circle back.
A decade or a century?
A lifetime thrice, perhaps.
Each cycle different versions
Though the bones remain in tact.

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Audible Pauses

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Lenora Mira

Audible Pauses

What is said in the unspoken?
In shared glances
In messages deleted
In letters left in the bedside tables and
Notes left in the backs of drawers

Pens with ink that haven't been bled
And pages empty, wishing they could say
The message you think but won't put down
Or say aloud

But I can hear in the spoken pauses
The extra breath between sentences
The stutter in your words

Can you read between the lines
See behind the camera lens
Hear the chord missing from the harmony?
Are these audible pauses
Or am I the fool, listening to silence
As it speaks volumes?

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Vena Amoris

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Winter

Vena Amoris

The ring  that you gave
made my finger blue
it was suffocated it was bruised
tried to rip it off most nights
but it didn't come off yeah it never budged
and one day it did and the next i missed it
     the bruise started to heal it went purple then yellow
but there stayed a line an indentation of what we went through
in the finger with the vein to my heart
some nights when the world gets to me
i look at it  - the mark that you left
then suddenly I'm craving you
like air underwater
and it makes me want to swim back to you
we both  know i won't survive the tides
yet the love vein's pulling me back to you .

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Low-Hanging

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Marc Morais

Low-Hanging

The pears
bend the
crooked branches—
flushed
and drowsy
with sugar.

The juice waits
for something—
for its skin
to be bruised,
for a mouth
to bite in,
and when done
waiting—
suffer the wind
do what must
be done.

Mar 6 K E Cummins

air

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Jaden

air

hands heart lungs fluttering
like untried wings
still wet, a little heavy
quivering like first
or last breath
i do not jump
i do not know which way
the air will flow between my feathers.

moved back home after graduating and am depressed, anxious, and unemployed. haven't written in a while but it's been a day.
© XPY 2025

#anxiety #childhoodtrauma #lol

Mar 5 K E Cummins

Broken Poetry

Mar 5 K E Cummins

Clay Micallef

Broken Poetry

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

Mar 4 K E Cummins

Man's Weight

Mar 4 K E Cummins

Kai

Man's Weight

Maybe I’m not strong enough,
To carry man’s weight. My back wasn’t made
For empty promises, lack of understanding.

You feel no attraction to me. Yet,
You yearn for me. You tell your father about
Everything I do. You break chains
For me.

Where are Stonewall’s bricks?
Thrown in windows, wooden
Doors.
Doors that mean nothing,
Because my heart is elsewhere.

Maybe God is not strong enough,
To carry man’s weight.
You use his name in vain,
To carry out your warfare on
A peaceful race.

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