Tori Lemon Guest Writer Glimpses of sunlight dance across your room As we lay, silent. I wake up first, watching your chest rise and fall. Sometimes I think your snores are my favorite sound, And at night with my head on your chest, Your heartbeat becomes my favorite lullaby. Before you, I used to hate… Continue reading Monday morning
Chris Davies Guest Poet He opened his eyes that morning; with surprise. From the muffled warmth, he was loathe to rise. His joints a symphony of snap, crackle, pop He arose and then back to bed did flop. The aged hero of many a dream No longer held in prurient esteem The wrinkles, bags, and… Continue reading Louis Prompt
Micah Streeter Guest Poet As something fades Within us something says “Wow” There’s a new thought we’ve found What if tears were white And clouds were blue And blood was red – yours is, mine too What kind of poem can a patriot write If a man was so hopelessly inclined To believe in something… Continue reading History is made
Nimbus Guest Writer When stargazing, I see the occasional shooting star and think of the incredibly unlikely odds of seeing one. What are the chances of something so small coming into contact with the Earth, a grain of sand compared to the vastness of space, at the exact moment I look up to the sky.… Continue reading Sparks
Dee Guest Poet The art of image Working for a single goal Self-satisfaction.
Tyler Krenzin Guest Poet ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE I’M A CHICKEN NUGGET AND SO ARE YOU Yes… this is serious.
Micah Streeter Guest Poet Dear Love, Here’s another letter you’ll never read I love you I’m pretty sure you know that to be true I try as hard as hard as I can to make it known Which is something you don’t do But it’s okay cause I know you don’t feel like you can… Continue reading Summer Poem I
Chris Davies Guest Poet The old pilot awoke with a start and sat up on the edge of the bed. His heart was racing, and he took deep breaths to force himself to relax. A sheen of perspiration chilled him, and he began to shiver. The same dream had plagued him for nearly fifty years,… Continue reading The Dream Face
Dee Guest Poet Time passes by faster now, Yesterday we were riding bikes enjoying our summers. Now we Uber to work when its sunny and 75. A week ago we were inseparable, Now I’m lucky if I run into you between lecture. Last month we couldn’t decide between Nintendo and Sega, Now we have to… Continue reading Where has time gone?
Nimbus Guest Poet I’m not an avid music fan. I listen to it like every other person on the planet. But I don’t follow the latest trends. Or know the intricacies behind composition. Music is just something that’s been around, always in the background. In every moment of my life, usually a different song for… Continue reading Time Machine
