Elegy

Walking
I wonder the earth Haunted by memories A mental disease of unforgeting Weeping over unrealized futures Uncomfortable in every place and setting
By Atomic Historianabout 2 hours ago in Poets
BLUE Was The Name Of A Mental Patient - --------- Blue He's In The Sky Now --- With You
I kept trying to explain that I am never with children !? I kept trying to explain that travelling around the world makes NO sense if I see the same !?
By 365poetryabout 7 hours ago in Poets
"Ease And Speed" - But I Don't Even Know The "First Person" Who Began Living On Earth - I Don't......
In year 400, I built a pool !? In year 5,000, I built a stove, and a washing machine !? I built it myself - I got all the ingredients and "SAID", I have built it !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Duck that Passed Before Me
I went outside today to smoke and watch the ducks. Seven feet away from me, one sat isolated and dry in the brush, a gang of flies swirling around her.
By Paul Aaron Domenicka day ago in Poets
Deadheaded
Today I deadhead the withered blooms of my memory, pinching off the bruised petals of a former self. A sudden lighting of the mind; clean, decisive, severing the stem where pain flows.
By Tennessee Garbagea day ago in Poets
Buried in the Holler
Time falters and the rhythm of the holler unravels, and every legend must be redrawn. What was once a reliable peak has surrendered to the valley. A mother’s passing is a slow erosion of the foundation that held our world in place, leaving us to study the silence, a new law governing the atmosphere. The heavy stillness is not a void but a presence, lingering in the spaces mother once filled.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
"Hall" - Where Do You Put Your Trophies, Your Records - Your Names
Yeah, we all know the song right !? You always can't be the greatest - like for real !? But sometimes - they too had like a way to communicate !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Tubes of Play
Sitting high in the play place tubes, was my top spot with a stuffed toy, Such joy I am too big for, it's true, As I smile at those who can still enjoy.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 days ago in Poets
Hush, Hush
Beliefs that never served me well, With people who didn't wish me best. When happiness was a distant ringing bell, This time can fully lie to rest.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 days ago in Poets
A Children's book
The thin book you must open To find what still is there A glimpse of what is waiting Memories of four wooden chairs The smell of Saturday morning.
By Raine Fielder2 days ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
An Open Letter To The Woman I Was
I've been staring into the mirror a lot, turning to the side, admiring the subtle new curve of the hips, the roundness of my shoulders, the flatness of my chest.
By Ashley McGee3 days ago in Poets