Hello there poetry writers! Want to be a part of an amazing anthology project and see your poetry published? Raw Earth Ink is opening submissions for next year’s themed poetry collection: The Poets Symphony. Anthology Title: The Poets Symphony: Verses, Melodies, and Lyrical Poems Description: a collection of poetry with a specific overall theme Theme: […]
Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees worn by years of a hard life. Cleaning the shoes of the rich and elite, he was an old man, overlooked as insignificant while the city councilmen and […]
the radio sounded and caused him to jump bursts of static came into the capsule broken words from home unable… rescue… sorry thank you for your service all he could make out as he drifted towards the dark side again the oxygen indicator beeped again low levels he wouldn’t make it into the light again […]
Helllooo all you lovely people. I know. I’ve been quieter than normal around here but that’s only because I’ve been working on this: Ohhh yes, my friend, you see that correctly. Right here in my hands, well, not currently because I type with both hands *ahem* but recently I held it and caressed it just […]
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I had finally fallen asleep, something which does not come easy for me. How did you get in? I didn’t even hear you, didn’t feel your approach. My chest erupts in a fountain of pain and confusion. My god, is that a knife, this can’t be happening, can’t be real. Please stop . . . […]
From the inky depths something calls deep crying out to deep Staring over the edge he feels the pull stretches his hand forth He sees his reflection beneath it, movement withdraws his hand in terror stumbles backwards His heel catches on a coil of rope down he tumbles, arms flailing He lifts his voice in […]
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick Vultures eying through the windows Black […]
twin thoughts and memories slipped down like drops of rain through the branches of my mind when I opened my mouth they dripped on my outstretched tongue and I tasted you my tongue on your skin scraping off the last layers of us to swallow down the final vestiges of the warmth, now fading away, […]