by 45 members Some poems remind you of someone else. But other poems, they remind you of yourself, as if someone tore a page from your diary. Those are the kinds of poems that will find a home here. The ones that quietly speak to you about who you really are underneath it all.
Please, do not post your own poetry. This collection is for sharing other poet's work that you relate to. Thank you.
In this moment I am water, grey rain I cry with trees, and all the streams running. Fog and clouds, a twist of branches overhead my mind, a loop concentrically swirling a trick, the swoop and slip the black and falling birds scream of skies unraveling.