Why? (Terrorism)

by Lainie Reay

Cries of 'WHY' across the land
Devastation caused by a devils hand...

Open

by [M(/)U]

I see with eyes closed
imagined colours...

bumper carts & body parts (1) 1

by donk2ymouth

I'm driving off this cliff
because I've already...

The Hammock of Light

by BOB GALLO

Do you remember
we used to sleep...

Daydreaming (4) 2

by Lainie Reay

I see the sun it feels so warm, lighting up my...
I feel the sand under my feet, so warm with it's...

Tiptoed In Reality

by Lainie Reay

Inside the walls of my broken mind.
My thoughts now free from hate...

The Poet’s Due (2) 1

by BOB GALLO

To explore the possibilities of words
is not the poet’s due...

Collective 1

by BOB GALLO

Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...

yet another, another recycled poem (1) 3

by hiraeth

… regarded nostalgia as ambrosia,
and i remember this clearly...

Sour Sun, Bitter Tea (2) 2

by Rania Moallem

I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...

Death is My Name (2) 1

by BOB GALLO

Death is what my hands are searching in my...
Death is a floating object...

I hate being a Christian (2)

by Rising Werdz

The responsibility ia to much for me...