house in winter mother told me never leave the door open the palm trees outside sway under lamplights car engines sputtering around the...

chemical heart when midnight travels under the moonlight next to a million fireflies and the soft patter of rain eerie imagined music,...

home the journey walked the trail stop, burn, crash life endless, flailing-- pass the wishing well stars meant to fall onto the faces of...

Paper Speeches: June/July/August What's New? Online Store Additions, BLM Movement, Book, Forum Re-Opening, Bug Fixes. Website Maintenance...

Paper Speeches: April-May Volume 3 Happy May! Hope all of you are having a great day so far. Here's Volume 3 of Paper Speeches for April...

strawberry pomegranates i’m tired of crying myself to sleep and i don’t want anymore thoughts telling me to fake a smile and just stop...

Happy March! Hope all of you are having a great day so far. Here's Volume 2 of Paper Speeches for February and March! IN THIS EDITION:...

hawaii welcome home grazing the seashell necklace proudly placing them on the empty box locking it up, as if a secret was burned inside...

Grand Entrance can someone tell me why fairy tales are so easy and real life is so hard? when I walk into a room no one stares no one...

Little Gravel Road Home I still remember things, from what I refer to as “the good old days” and from what I refer to as my childhood,...

Welcome to 2020! In this new decade, Poetry Stand brings some exciting news! After a completed rebranding of our site, and a brand new...

[two eyes] one eye, empty parking lot, ravaging birds scrambling for crumbs at the deserted, robbed grocery store two eye, home one eye,...

Happy holidays everyone! This month, Poetry Stand implemented a few more tweaks and additions to improve the use of our community site,...

the man that walks behind me every step every breath mimicked seconds after. by the man that walks behind me he doesn’t talk he doesn’t...

a boy sat in the middle of the street almost lifeless, until a quick, shivering breath was visible in the cool, winter air hair, curled...

a row of people each with a grim face a single mother, carrying three children, gripping her neck, as if about to fall off a homeless...

the wishing song winter is upon us the skies blacken with sorrow the inked feathers fall into the muddy puddles the disappearance of the...

we go away when we die-- forever some say that death is black death, an empty hole that traps you others say death is a place of joy...