#corners
jumping frogs
leaping kangeroo
a spiders wish
a net full of flies.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC
numbers tumble
head over heels
head spinning
vast distances
the cosmos
keeps to itself.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
a corner cutting contractor does a lot of talking
with customers ignoring warnings from trades masters.
hope their pipes don't start knocking.
plumber's bills can inspire mostly gawking,
dickering downs after they heard from a neighbor:
a corner cutting contractor does a lot of talking.
we can put each dollar to a chalking
and it's clear, the fittings in their fervor.
oh did the pipes just start knocking?
hot water fast, the shower door is self-locking.
drifting off, at peace, and it couldn't be better,
a corner cutting contractor does a lot of talking.
faucets on and the water gives a rollicking.
it's an ear full, a face full. you'd need a life preserver.
after the pipes started knocking.
there's masters and jacks, then there's half-cocking
the caulking when sealing each hole on the outside of a structure.
a corner cutting contractor did a lot of talking,
then the pipes started knocking.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Corners of the heart
Where sorrow lays in blood
Loving kindness seeks
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC
Moonlight cascades down her spine highlighting the subtleties forgotten by sunrise,
Masking realities flaunted by recognition,
Soft corners celebrated at midnight's call.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC
Intrusive image invading unstable imagination
Bursting bright bringing bouncing bobbling bits of bubbling illusions into brain
A memory of magical messy minutes moseying and mingling
A menagerie of magnificent moments miraculously marked in my mischievous mind
Coming into chaotic corners of cornea calmly
Cruising without cares
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
creeps up on you when you finally think you're ok
but the winter has finished now
we gotta wait for summer to come around
when they're out in full force
when you turn the corner and least expect it
don't worry it'll find you
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
from the remote corners of emptiness, the winds came
striking with such a constant and unexpected force
a tone unlike any known before
howling around corners and through the rafters of time
seizing anything in its way
and then it was gone.....
finished with the rising sun
Brian Hill - 2020 # 156
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
Dare, it’s fair.
Love, is far.
There, you are.
Near, I saw.
So sacred, you relate.
Mysterious, it’s fate.
-A Poem By Kev Chino’
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
I remember writing happy poems
Those days are gone
Distant as the star
I have been wishing on
I used to publish pleasing words
Now don't even try
How can I write about the beauty of life?
I want badly to die
I once sung upbeat music
From voice silence stole melody
Every song played through my headphones
Recorded in minor key
I used to write positive things
Thoughts like that visit less and less
Every direction my mind takes
Leads back to unhappiness
I used to create pretty pieces
These days pencil goes to mark
Before reaching the bottom of the paper
Verses take a turn for the dark
It is not that I have writer's block
Inspiration easier than ever to find
Problem is the subject matter
Originates from blackest corners of my mind
I remember arranging sunny stanzas
Covering love
Friendship
And magic
Poetry used to be happy
Now each line will forever stay tragic
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
day is coming and i am night, apocalypse, contained collapsing chaos candlelight. i am the shadows in the corners of your sleep paralysis plights and i am your hallucinations. i can't seem to find the root of it all. take me to the stars and leave me there so i can find some truth in the nothing. i am night, i am no one. i don't want to be afraid anymore and can you do that for me? i'll close my doors and crack open the windows and find the dust of my bones on the shards. take my hands and melt them into copper, bronze flower stems. cut my throat and pour the red clay into your palms and shape me a *** place the flowers within and throw the whole mess out the window for me. maybe they'll be discovered by the darkness and the stars will come out in despair, delusion, delight. maybe one day we'll all disappear and no longer Be. maybe one day we'll figure out what it all means.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
Corners
A lot of them
Where i did things i can't speak of
I look at my house
A place I'm supposed to call home
And i can recall them all
see them all
picture it all
In each and every corner
Another fall
Another Fight
Another something I have to hide
And they all stay inside my mind
And mess it up
In that corner by the balcony window
I told her I had feelings for her too
In that other corner there
with a phone in my hand
and pills in the other
Don't know how i got through
the corner in my room
By the drawers where i keep my mess
I broke my skin
With a broken mirror I couldn't see my reflection in
I that corner
Through my bedroom window
I threw my past and promised myself an end oh
But I broke again
And I keep doing so
And the corners witness
What no one knows
What I hide
What I'm not allowed to speak of
How I tried
But then I dove
How I loved
How I hated
How It started
*** it faded
How I cried
How I lied
What was enough
what was tough
What killed me
What brought me back to life
What woke me up and told me to hold on
What sang me to sleep
When I couldn't go on
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:17 AM UTC
let me say your name again
we really like the way it bounced
off
my
middle
finger
writing you soothes me
brushing my thumb
across
your
lips
soothes me
watching you sleep
soothes me
we awoke to you honeysuckle flavor
we awoke to be inside
the
dream
that makes
dreams dream
you were there
you are here
with me
alway
hey katelynn beth
?
...
..
.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Ultimately I'd rather be a pawn in your game
Of love and trust but it was more like a game
Of life,
Let them know just how you really feel when
Your not biting off legs and your expensive
Taste for high heels,
I've begged the heavens for you to be one,
But they stand so tall and quiet,
there is no easy way to love you if you leave
me behind.
Originally i would have been a loner in a world
full of wolves that lay their seeds of hate and lust
upon the world,
Gleaming like your the only bright star in the room
of lost souls pleasing everybody through the
struggle,
i feel it in the air tonight , it's everywhere in different
corners of my body, if i say you give me joy,
there is no easy way to love you if you leave
me behind.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You'll be blinded by the social scene in corners of your
Brain is shutting off right as we speak,
I'm looking at the t.v. and every lie that's spoken on
The news its what we don't get to see,
Record every moment spent with your family declaring
As an alpha, you will make decisions wisely, for the kids,
Cause they will see better days,
But get them pass these flashing screens ,
Away from the evils , away from the insane,
Won't make you a better parent than me, not being cocky,
For I prepare for every contengency,
I'll never be like the family that was birthing before me,
Carrying around secrecy like it's a sport,
I promise you all I never will come up short,
I'm still on the rise,
While you sit and just scrutinize,
I swear I will have no time,
For the ignorance that you possess,
See the fire in my eyes.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
walls closing in
no where to turn
in this dark room
blindfolded
four corners
sealing the cracks
determination
being cautious
closed doors
lost thoughts
cubed inside
frustration
four huge walls
must get out of
this locked box
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
The corners whisper
A familiar tune
A nostalgic ill
A melodic gloom
A hopeless ode
A call to the moon
The corners whisper
They'll fall in soon
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
What an odd ingredient sadness is.
It salts a tear, bittersweets a kiss,
Hungers us for the things we miss,
Ever abundant, such a convenient thing,
I can find it in everything.
A death, a birth, I cry for both,
Gild a sorrow, a wistful hope,
Ripe melancholy I savour most,
Yet a pinch too much is a lethal dose.
I was often told it shouldn’t be,
But the clown that frowns was the perfect me,
Thin taunt and cackle, ghosts everywhere,
Sometimes I hide, but it’s still right there.
Perhaps I’ll woo this lifelong friend,
Embrace this thing I cannot mend.
Odd comfort in a peculiar way,
To know this thing is here to stay.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Sometimes the world hands you moments.
Quiet moments,
Like lonely late night bus rides,
Where everyone is drooping in their seats
After long days at work.
Like hospital waiting rooms,
Where people are too tense,
Mouths clenched shut,
Only opening their mouths to whisper
Words of prayer.
Like early Sunday mornings,
When family is sleeping in,
And you lie alone
With your thoughts
Your body still too heavy to get out of bed
Like trying to run through water.
These small moments,
These little gifts can be wonderful,
Until the loud silence
Leads your mind to dark places
Filled with the wild hushed voices
You've always tried so hard
to keep untouched and noiseless,
Like you do late buses
Or waiting rooms
Or being awake early Sunday mornings.
But your thoughts drift towards them
And reach through the gaps,
Pulling and tugging at the monsters
And creatures you've tried so hard
To stuff away in the little boxes
In the corners of your brain,
Piled with forgotten toys and old socks
All of them covered in a thick layer of dust.
They've clawed out too quickly
For you to stop the probing fingers,
And suddenly you're trying hard
To stop tears from flowing,
But it's like trying to stop water from flowing
Out the gaps between your fingers,
You have no choice but to wait
Until there's no more water left to flow,
Or the bus ride is over
Or the doctor calls you over
Or you can't wait anymore
And you just have to get up
And go somewhere where the voices can
No longer be heard.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
We are more willing
To read palms
Than to read between the lines,
To want space but
We want to know what goes on in
Dark corners.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Lift the corners to the sky,
Squint the door to your soul,
So the past in past will lie,
Maybe now you'll smile some more.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
There was sunshine coming off of her
Blues and cream dripping from her lips down the crease of her smile
Pooling in the corners of those cheeks
Neon and tangible
The warmth irradiating from the swirls of her fingers
Southern hues
Her intonations dancing between the half moons between her index and middle fingers
Her skin shines
Mississippi mud runs clear over the rivers that dance beneath her collarbone
You can hear it flutter with the clouds
Her heartbeat
It stills the fields she runs through
There was sunshine coming off of her
Whispering strawberry sweetness
Tingeing the souls we carry on our feet.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC