45/F/Kentucky My soul needs poetry. I have been published a time or two. Most notably an anthology from Old Seventy Creek Press titled "Dalliance." I started out at Writer's Cafe many years ago. I like conversations. I find inspired often wanders where poets meet. 282 followers / 7.0k words
I know I won't get to all but ******, I'm gonna try thumb up to every comment up until the day I die
I can't react to every line and word but ****** I can try thumbs up to ever poet/poetess maybe no one has, to cry
I'm just a singularity but ****** all too **** we, as a community stand up, and hear the yell
I'm not you, and you're not me but when you see thumbs down chime in with words and thumbs chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them! Nothing really left to say :(
It feels like rain and I'm dreaming again, my feet in your soft lap listening to the tappity-tap of our song on your tin roof while you're darning, sweet darling the holes in my socks that I'm still wearing I swear, your touch is gentle as the drops raining down on me love, don't ever stop raining down on me.
Imagine we are home and not lonely, imagine our love which once cut through strange waters like longboats through hearts not slow and heavy from the moss of fear we are here and not here nights in our land are sad the risings of the moon are like sores we have given our women, and we cannot sleep for what we dream the enemy will do, like filling our children's throats with rocks and place them in shallow swamps where they will rise up to tell us of fish with odd shapes and men with torches coming in from the sea up to the beach on a black night throwing open the gates to our dying city.