yearning heart /
tearing me apart
All tagged poetry
Devotion
Dancing from my heart /
Emerald eyes gazing in mine
If Poets Are Right
If hope is a thing with feathers
— oh, can’t you just see it fluttering its wings?
Chief Editor’s Note: Nevermore
The end of October brings with it the rattling crunch of fallen leaves, those who went out in blazing jewel-colored glory, muted to schlumps and slushing as they dissolve into the ever-growing puddles taking over cobbled stones and muddy paths alike.
Meet Me in Your Poem Drawer
friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised