Regarded myself in the mirror, teeth gritted. In my right hand, I wielded a pair of scissors, their blank shininess reflecting my tormented glance. In my left hand, I held the scraps of my self-esteem.

Listen to the pines They stand tall Pounding at the door Of the receiver's heart Ever green in all seasons Other plants shrivel in heat Fall in frost and drown in mansoons Listen to these pines They cry

The ache in my chest is of a bird searching for a nest, earnestly diving from one tree to another, as this has been the order. The flock has fenced him out of where he used to call home, temporarily seeking

Regarded myself in the mirror, teeth gritted. In my right hand, I wielded a pair of scissors, their blank shininess reflecting my tormented glance. In my left hand, I held the scraps of my self-esteem.

Hi, Hiveans and thanks for stopping by! I hope you can read my poem and it’d be lovely that you left a comment if you feel like doing it. I’d be honored. This is my entry for the poetry challenge brought

My religion is a weighted blanket

“Maybe if you shifted your weight differently?” “Your stunning lack of tact isn’t helping.” Stunning by @preparedwombat is a piece of micro-fiction displaying a fascinating conversation between two characters

I cannot call on Dad; he is in jail, Serving time for a CRIME HIS SKIN COMMITTED; I cannot call on mom; what's she to do When she is a prey too Help, I can't breathe! I Can't Breathe by @hillarypowers

Sighs do not only leave our mouths, they exit our eyes, as well - like crumpled clouds losing courage - unable to remain airborne they sail, emptily, to the ground. Eye Sigh by @yahialababidi is a great

Eye Sigh Sighs do not only leave our mouths, they exit our eyes, as well - like crumpled clouds losing courage - unable to remain airborne they sail, emptily, to the ground. An eye sigh is the antithesis

After falling of Steemit for a few years, I came back to find that everyone moved on to Hive. lol. So, this is my first post here, and it's a poem I wrote entitled "Darkness Gives Birth to the Sun."

20 The internal foe is born from thought Comparing and labelling It labels evil and good So what it believes itself to be May be called good So what it sees as different May be called evil It must accumulate

The Great Queen with the smell of sweet basil in her hairShe tilts, and she turns, and she swivels in her chairShe twists, and she twirls, and she flips her hairAnd good goddamn, that smile is almost too

It is very gratifying to know about this contest, and for the demands it entails. My poem is originally written in Spanish, as it is my native language (I copy it at the end, in case it interests you,and

propagate the violence of a species

"This is for a Havenworlder," said the Human in the store. "I need the friendliest fibre you've got. Soft, gentle, won't tangle in their scales or rip their little baby claws if they get

They’d been running o’er the bridges made of slender branching arcs, lanceolate winding limbs, and a wish to reach the skies. Cherry Coy by @marlyncabrera is full of such gorgeous imagery and personification.

Hi! And thanks for dropping by. Cherry Coy (a children’s poem) They’d been running o’er the bridges made of slender branching arcs, lanceolate winding limbs, and a wish to reach the skies. As they rushed

Who is the master? Who's the pawn? Your destiny by whom is drawn? Taking steps back is not an option Your life you give to show devotion You fall to keep the others standing Nothing for you ever demanding

Each time I close my eyes to blink, I feel the burden of that second cause I'm afraid to lose the sight of you, that I'll no longer breath your air nor touch your skin or kiss those lips which weren't