Toxic Poems
Cry me a river
by Grace Hough
Cry me a river
and a lake
I've been hoping for you
to feel my mistake
the liquid is deep red
from fresh lines it bled
the skin that's open stings
as I sit here waiting for your ring.
Cry me a river
......
For my girl
by The Hsenura
Not many adjectives,
Nor much sense,
I wish to write
For my girl, but
She doesn't like poetry.
To put it simple
Without thesaurus,
Her eyes, brows, nose,
Short hair and smile,
Together reminds one--
......
I remember
by Julie Staugaard
They say you always remember your first kiss.
So why can’t I remember mine?
I remember the person,
I remember her hair,
The way her mouth was narrow and shaped like a heart.
But I can’t remember when that mouth first touched mine.
I remember the words she spoke,
......
A Study in Scarlet
by Jonathan Goff
Act 1: Reckoning
Vinyl burns February skin.
A sticky valentine.
Handprint heat echoes
on cracked windows.
Your breath--
half prayer,
half epitaph.
Demons of the night
Dressed like angels,
......
Mama wants
by Author Reinvented
Mama just wants a perfect Daughter,
Expectations keep coming like drops of water,
Drip,
Drip,
Soon the cup spills over.
Mama doesn't know,
She doesn't try to understand,
The expectations overflow.
......
A Study in Scarlet
by Jonathan Goff
Act 1: Reckoning
Vinyl burns February skin.
A sticky valentine.
Handprint heat echoes
on cracked windows.
Your breath--
half prayer,
half epitaph.
Demons of the night
Dressed like angels,
......
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Continue readingWhispers of ghosts
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
I've worn the weight of the world on my shoulders,
sustained by a lifetime of wounds,
inflicted by others,
but mostly by myself.
The ghosts of my past—
my father, my stepmother—
they etched their voices into my mind,
a relentless echo,
whispering lies that I'm not enough,
that love was something I’d never deserve.
......
The flirting bride
by Lynda Grine
I wonder what your memories taste like
A toxic gin tonic?
A flirty dark and stormy?
Take a walk around my lips
Caress me from the inside
Draw pretty flowers on my hips
Gently steal me as your bride
Cry me a river
by Grace Hough
Cry me a river
and a lake
I've been hoping for you
to feel my mistake
the liquid is deep red
from fresh lines it bled
the skin that's open stings
as I sit here waiting for your ring.
Cry me a river
......
