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Sing 1

Who Cares?

As often as I reach The stretching fades As much as I see Only what I can It disappears I open my inner eye To see the bellowing of light As loud my sound,...

poem about the ocean and love 0

The Ocean And I At The End Of The World

Poem I was there- where the sand starts to spill over, My toes splayed out across the cold tar, The marram grass combing the sky in riots. I was there with the sea in...

lost love poem 0

The Solitary Ruin

Poem   Without you My world Utterly Crumbled And collapsed Burying me Under Tons of Jagged pieces Of rubble. I am Crushed by the Weight Of Solitude   more by KainThornn photograph by Jake Melara...

World Poetry 0

Would You Care

Poem   A little princess floats aimlessly, skiing from cloud to cloud. She watches earthlings down below, busy chasing trends. Endless cycles to the ends of the world. Girls yearn to be stick thin...

poem about women 1

Let the Girls Run

Poem   Let the girls run and play untethered like little boys before they are told to cease and be like little girls. For now, let them swirl and swoop and dive like thrushes...

first snow 1

First Snow

Poem   Swollen, the dark sky opens at last; From the cloud pours swirling white. Flakes come drifting down like fairy feathers From the afternoon sky. Softly at first, then heavier and heavier, ‘Til...

Poem About Winter 0

The Angst of Winter

Poem About Winter   The sky doesn’t bleed. That makes today special. Momma used to say the bad days only make the good ones brighter. If true then days like today should make the...

San Francisco 0

City By The Bay

The fog is yet lingering on my skin The salted sea crystallizing on my lips Trances of the place I had always been Golden Gates welcoming every eclipse Massive burritos from sidewalk taco trucks...

Gift 0

Gifts

A mustache switches Sides, left, right, as he decides holding a beige peacoat up, tilting his head, left, right, in Banana Republic women’s section, two days before Christmas. His gold wedding ring shining next...

Poetry Freestyle, Lonely Woman 0

‘Cuse Me

Free Verse Poetry   I’ve lost your letters, those ancient, drained of significance, budgeted posts. Somehow they were lost to me among the squatting pestilence and in the elusive streets called bitter and false...

Rustic Neighborhood 0

From Afar

Walking by an unfamiliar part of my old neighborhood. Seeing the screen door of a brown house with a steep lodge-like roof And the white empty Victorian chair. They are waiting for the warm house...