Landlords | M Spear

You own my lust How does it feel ? On this side of the fence There’s rumblings Throbbing in the summer night Wistfully longing You own me Take good care of me I don’t break easily But when I do, I break hard Xxx The post Wistfully Longing | G. S. Katz appeared first on…

Little by little, In each hanging In each ugly word They lose it bit by bit, Ideals they once carried Promises they made, Lost in the tide Of their surging hatred. The post Losing It | Nate Maye appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

Some say “familiarity breeds contempt.” But it can also feed forbearance And a certain kind of kindness. What was epiphany becomes assurance, And even a blessed bond of blindness. The sharp edges blur as the days all rush, Run and whir into weeks and months and years. Where did they all go? We wonder, Living…

Fourth grade math, split with fifth graders The aged eagle swooping over the room Resting at his nest on occasion, then up again Back and forth, spreading grey feathers “Sleep with your math books, class Practice your fractions, and then practice more” Last year, the kid won a division contest Now he is confused, one…

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Regardless of caring, not caring, the man carrying a burden on his back, is what I turn away from, to hide my face or my shame or recognize the fact that ours is a country, where self destroys, forgetting not itself, but others who share burden of killing, mitigating that one bit. Killing poverty. The…