Honey Tongue Speak to me, honey tongue. Your activities in lush amber tones drift through air: every worker bee is envious, each sweet tooth craves more. Honey tongue, speak to me. Your questions drip molasses on my lips. Honeysuckle laughter ripples through my empty body. Speak to me, honey tongue… When Laura... Continue Reading →
Sara is a published poet who has been writing since her teenage years. You can find more from her on Facebook and Instagram. Sara A Mosier- author and poet Instagram.
A Day at the Office Each day I struggle with reality, With the infrastructural banality. My head is down, my nose to the grindstone, With my emails, faxes and telephone. I’m bored with the nine-to-five normality, The life of opulent frugality, I’m working my fingers down to the bone, With my emails, faxes and telephone.... Continue Reading →
I will continue to rise above it all Nicola Roode is a mom of 2, a wife, and amateur poet from Cape Town, South Africa. Stay tuned for more poems from her and check out her author page on Facebook A Poet’s Heart
Nicola Roode is a mom of 2, a wife, and amateur poet from Cape Town, South Africa. Stay tuned for more poems from her and check out her author page on Facebook A Poet’s Heart
Will We Fly? Understand Birds don’t appreciate The skies as Much Instead They dive head first Into the intersection Of the highway Brush Feathers over eyelashes As we pray Cut Lips with beaks As we chant the songs Of children Fly Into the lines Of our hands, hunting For the soul light, the sun— Blood,... Continue Reading →
Terror inside Have you met the beast yet? He’s met you Through your friends and foes His eyes shine Monstrous and terrifying He’ll get you He’ll sneak in Through the ones you love And tear you apart Rip out your heart Poison your mind You can’t stop him You may think you’re strong But soon... Continue Reading →
So Easy It's so easy not to care. Easy to sit here alone and tell myself, I don't care about not belonging anywhere about not enjoying anything about not being heard by anyone. It's easier to not need them. Easy to stick up my middle finger and say to them, I don't need ... Continue Reading →