Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jan 2022 Zoe Mae
My Dear Poet
Come, sit beside me
Grab a chair, a stool, a couch
Bring coffee and conversation
we’ll slump, chill and slouch
It matters not on where you sit
nor on, where you stand as well
As long as you come in peace
with things to share and tell
It’s of little concern what you look like
or the accent that you leak
as long as you make a good coffee
and we listen when each speak
on a matter of personal opinion
maybe another point of view
So let’s enjoy each others perspective
and feel free to express them too
 Jan 2022 Zoe Mae
My Dear Poet
How can I
stop you
from not
leaving

I don’t want
you
not to go

You say my
words are
confusing

What can I
not say
to
have you
stay
 Jan 2022 Zoe Mae
My Dear Poet

.
in
her
eyes
there is a
butterfly on
fire flickering
from her
lies

.
In
her iris
it spreads like
virus fluttering
as it slowly
dies

.
in
the
white
of the yoke
tears now soak
her wings and
her cries
.
Red and blue and purple
and green for the IRA.
we all take the flack
there is no going back
to water or lemonade
We drink the kool-aid.
So quiet on the surface
   as it's eating you alive
   like a starving furnace
   you never quite survive.
   Morphine keeps it quiet
   tortured silent screams  
   while cancer cells riot
   heaven's delicate dreams
I remember when I was young
and burned too soon too bright
used up all my light and blinded
everything that was in my sight
universes were consumed in fire
victims of youth's blind trust
of the fiercest flames of desire
all that was left was star dust.
 Jan 2022 Zoe Mae
Traci Sims
If I can shout at one end of the universe what is the wait time for a reply?
Squeezing through a time box of the infinite,
a smatter of silica and carbon might be the only way dreams can be dissolved...
Quantum.
Next page