Tag: poet

Sister

This week’s guest poem is by Lesley Robertson. Read it below & feel free to submit your own response to the prompt for this month, found in this post! Email us at annemindypoets@gmail.com! The ties that bind are not that strong We’re tied together…

The heart is not an empty vessel

This month, we want to hear from you! Take a look at the prompt below. It comes to us courtesy of Poets & Writers. Here is Mindy’s offering. Why don’t you give it a try and send us what you write? We’d love a…

sundew (morning)

This month, we want to hear from you! Take a look at the prompt below. It comes to us courtesy of Poets and Writers. Anne has responded to it this week, and Mindy will have a turn next week. Why don’t you give it…

What the x-rays don’t see

Our last poem by Mike Filce is here, and we’re heartbroken about it, but next month brings a new guest and new excitement! To live a paradox is new to me – To live and, yet, wish – intermittently – to die To find…

They Say

Our guest poet for the month of May is Mike Filce, who shares with us his special brand of contemplative free verse. They Say They say many things of life’s regrets of the readiness to die before one’s time yet that can only be…

Human

I am not some kind of toy
That you play with.

the empty room

Sitting in an empty room
The rushing of blood is the only noise that could be heard.
As it travels from my heart to my toes and back around.

thought about you.

If thoughts were fingerprints
I’d be covered in yours.

Bipolar Weather

This month’s guest poet is Briana Herr, aka Booboo! She brings us this deep, painful poem with a disclaimer. This poem was inspired by individuals struggling with untreated bipolar disorder. If you’re having trouble with your own mental health, please call this hotline: 1-800-273-8255,…

Coins

This is our final poem by guest Gabe Jacobs. We’re sorry to see him go, but exciting news: Briana Herr, or “Booboo” as she’s known, is our guest poet for April! Please give Gabe a fond farewell today and Booboo a hearty welcome next…

Silk

Oh what wicked webs we weave Dancing in a ballroom cocoon With silk on the soles of our shoes And an aversion to all our past places. Where we step the string follows Where we fall the floor shakes So we step carefully To…

Sharing Shoes

For the month of March, we will be featuring poems by Gabe Jacobs! Check out his poetry below and let him know what you think! Your shoes fit right but they don’t feel right when they aren’t filled right. If only our feet could…