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 Sep 12
silvervi
I am living, not performing.
We all have a limited amount of time in this body.
No need to think so much about what others think of me. I will never know. The focus on the outside and interpretation are a waste of time. Instead PERCEIVING what is around me here and now and my internal sensations is a much more peaceful and centered way of being. Let's stay connected from within no matter what. 💖
 Sep 12
JRF
Sisters

Sometimes
We weren’t together
But

Most of the time
We were acutely aware
Of how much
We needed to huddle up and protect each other

This is still the case
30 years later.

My sisters.
Always and forever.
It’s so true. Me and my sisters are together forever. Even though we fought a lot in our younger years. In the end,we found each other. Nobody will ever tear us apart.
 Sep 12
ogdiddynash
she inquires why I write so many poems,
easy comes reply:
It gives me a fantastic living,
it makes and gives, each poem,
a calculation, a reconciliation
of who I am...a miner of the
mineral wealth in my veins
 Sep 12
Bekah Halle
Someone recently, generously, commented on my poetry:

“Your poems swing from playful snapshots of orange lipstick and coffee grounds to deeper, soul-level stuff like angels, dry bones, and widening circles. That mix is what makes your work feel alive.”

Yes, I write about all things living,
All things happening in my life,
All things I am pondering
All things that are rife —

But, there is one thing about which I don't write…

L O V E

I am not a love poet like the sublime @onlylovepoetry

Love is what my heart longs for the most — yet it's the one thing I can't fix.

I cannot write about the thing I know the least about,
But, I will croon out the longing and the fight!

I want to write a love poem, but perhaps I need to know love first to even qualify…
Thank you @WilliamAGibson
I was putting on jeans.
My dog was smiling.
Sun was coming in the window behind us.
We were there
reflected in the screen
of the old tv I had fixed myself.
A second sun
was reflected there with us.

I was young.
My dog was alive.
We would watch "The Adding Machine"
on the old tv that afternoon.
I was getting sober.
The room was small.
It was years ago
and I didn't know
that I would remember that morning
forever.
2025
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