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 Aug 2021 bones
Gidgette
I can't write anymore. Thats the plain truth. There are no more fairies in my garden. No more cemeteries left to play in. There is no more music left to dance to. I don't know why.
 May 2021 bones
Sa Sa Ra
livin it
 May 2021 bones
Sa Sa Ra
dream dreamer sweetly
albeit u are sleepy if cognizant of this chirper
surely our feathered friends are favored in flurrries of chirp chirping...

tell me a dream sometime...
they are like bed time stories an orphan never heard as a child...
still all is a wonder in the perpetual wilds...
 Apr 2021 bones
Marshal Gebbie
Shadow cloaks the searing throng
When wrong obliterates the song,
When carnal mindsets intervene
To render that, so right, obscene.
What triggers monstrous-ness to rise
Eventuates as no surprise
Like carnage spread across the world
Hang livid, blood red flags, unfurled.
Shadows in the searing throng
As seething others croon the wrong.
Addendum to Spygrandson's great work,"Appalachian Trail Markers".
 Apr 2021 bones
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 Apr 2021 bones
eileen
the things I do
to hear the rain fall

I hate to dream
and fall asleep

in the middle of
the city

where no one can
see or hear me

the people are mean
and then so nice
you don't know what to think anymore

but everytime I talk to you
I lose my head

I don't know how to find myself after
all I can think of is you
 Apr 2021 bones
katie
Untitled
 Apr 2021 bones
katie
that list of things to do
hangs like a view filled
with heavy grey clouds  

you watch & wait for
the bird that will make
the first tear that will crack

open the light with its flight
& flood the gloom, restart a
body, factory, city, awaken

it from its misery & allow it to
see what could be
 Apr 2021 bones
CA Guilfoyle
Glint
 Apr 2021 bones
CA Guilfoyle
Walking through the cottonwoods
along a blue-green sea of reeds
the spring pond ripples
with ducks and coots
glint of red on wings
the singing blackbirds
silver minnows flash by
and wriggle in beaks
of fisher birds, so swift
the time to live
and die.
 Apr 2021 bones
Sjr1000
I forgive you for everything you've ever done.
I forgive you for everything you might do.

Forgiveness gives me peace

The easiest hardest thing
I ever
have to do.
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