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There's
Nothing
Left
To
Bomb
But
The
Women
And children
Of Gaza.
Since March 2nd no food for
Little children or pregnant women
In occupied Palestine 🇵🇸
 Jul 6 Dency
Nat Lipstadt
Cannot be done.
Absent those two d e v i c e s,
We wither die

I present you a poem
with no and(s) or the(s)

hear your mind going
but, but, but....

END
this a definite article
about the disease known as
coordinating
conjunction~vitis
 Jul 6 Dency
Evelyn May
This afternoon I thought about
teaching you to paint
The dust sheets flew in the wind
And upon the nettles
danced sharp cracks of white plaster
Blue shadows pooled out across the lawn
And I think I loved you
 Jul 6 Dency
Leila adel
Sunday, on the 29th of June
I was having a great time as delightful
It was only my first experience, to the bakery of the road entrance
There was a good feeling buying a three loaf of bread
And only today I was having a great day,
To meet the shoppers.
Learn to let go of people,
for sometimes it gives you peace...
Ase.
Am dull, dark and peaceful,
I am death.
What a noisy breath I bear,
Like a patient in coma, who only machines are keeping alive,
Rejoicing.
Maybe, a true genius looks for
Eternal peace in death,
Last, stop looking for me, while I am simply hiding... 💀👅🩸
 Jul 6 Dency
Yonah Jeong
i cannot love with you
You would be life
Life from You is yours
you, behind You
your world in You
I can't live with you
I can live and love
with you of You.
 Jul 6 Dency
Hey
Getting Old
 Jul 6 Dency
Hey
Joints… aching like rusted hinges
Hair… slipping away like autumn leaves
Memory…flaking off like the old paint that covered my walls
Fatigue… like a tide that never recedes

I feel as if
I've carried centuries in a single skin
Lived lives I can’t remember
But still feel in my marrow

And yet
I’m nowhere near the halfway mark

The same clock hands, circling
Almost in slow motion
Same dull rhythmic beating
Routine wears like sandpaper
Smoothing the edges
As the years blur and blow away
Summer is here
Fresh warm humid air
Can hear the sounds
             Of fans
Summer day
        Came again
 Jul 6 Dency
Mike Hauser
I am at this moment
right where I am
just a tick away
from where I had been
the shortest of steps
that I'm soon to be
yet through all this
I'll still be me

just a breath away
from where it all ends
hard now to count
from the days I began
not sure which side
on the dial I lean
my best guess is
it's soon to be seen

what makes life exciting
is the mystery
what adventure is hiding
for the likes of me
to take me beyond
from where I now am
to deposit me
on the other side of that
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