By David Hopson
The guy with dreads, in nothing but boots,
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,…
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,…
Explore Poems: Love
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- By Magda PortalToday everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
where… - By Dorothy ParkerI think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush… - By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Countee CullenIf love be staunch, call mountains brittle;
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the … - By Countee CullenCome, let us plant our love as farmers plant
A seed, and you shall water it with tears,
And I shall … - By Countee CullenWhat if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know
That it … - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or… - By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Jessica RigneyIt's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'… - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, … - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By Vanessa Deeringin the building two women’s restroom & in the strangest places
i want to tell you the most mundane things… - By T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - By Nicole TallmanTo all the boys
who asked me
to dance and to
all the boys to whom
I said yes and to
all the steps we took… - By Fatimah AsgharMy teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.
The small, silvered… - By Olive FranklinLoved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs… - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You…