The way you let “anymore” do the heavy work is devastating, it turns from a word into a weather system. That folded note, the scent that “rarely reaches” the old world’s spinning poles… and then the geese. That final image feels like grief made visible.
Here is one I wrote recently. If this resonates with anyone, feel free to follow or subscribe and I will follow and subscribe right back.
https://substack.com/@benfolk/note/c-186884699
Love, Desire, the Years, and the Sky
The love is still here
In a note folded
With poems in a book
As near as that
Yet I seldom read it
Anymore
Desire was strong
While you were here
The note still wafts a scent
Yet it rarely reaches me
I seldom need to catch it
Anymore
The years find me yet
Drawn further away
From the spinning poles
Of my old world.
My life has fewer reasons
Anymore
Without the magnetic compass
Alive in the sky
The wild geese
Can't fly
Anymore
This landed softly and then stayed.
The way you let “anymore” do the heavy work is devastating, it turns from a word into a weather system. That folded note, the scent that “rarely reaches” the old world’s spinning poles… and then the geese. That final image feels like grief made visible.
Thank you for sharing this.
Hi. I am a Psychotherapist and poet. This poem is about what really matters: love and poetry
https://open.substack.com/pub/rolandoandrade/p/a-love-poem-wrapped-in-christmas?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&shareImageVariant=overlay&r=20ov80
Thank you for this. It feels handwritten in the best way
Thank you. Yes, it was handwritten and delivered with a kiss
Not sure of I did or didn't 🤣
You did, and it stays
My pleasure
https://theoutsidersnotebook.substack.com/p/the-betrayal-of-pigeons?r=6g1uba
It’s sharp and tender at once
Thank you for sharing
Not at all, thanks for taking the time to read it :)
https://open.substack.com/pub/thepoetslantern/p/before-x-ajd-davis?r=5i7js7&utm_medium=ios
My name is A.J.D. Davis, this is my first published poem. My publication will hold many heartfelt poems from myself & others.
A.J.D thanks a bunch for sharing this
https://athanasiossklavis.substack.com/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=59l45zMyMy
Here's a poem I wrote today,
My Study Facing West
My study facing West
Looks out into the wood
On mountains capped with snow
From a blue house in the pines
Nestled down below
My study facing west
Is filled with wondrous things
With oddities and books
With instruments of song
With elusive melodies
My study facing West
Where my black dog Bear
Curls on his Persian rug
Soaking up the rays
Of a winter’s afternoon
My study facing west
A place of sweet repose
To rest my weary bones
I hide myself away
From the tumult of the world
My study facing west
Is painted with the light
Of a golden somber dusk
Where sun dappled trees
Sway gently with the wind
a call to share
came in the gloom
with words to spare
i offer them so soon
as a comemt poem
silly as i make it
silly as we need it
in these days of doom
https://open.substack.com/pub/iammolting
Every line here feels startlingly alive
This is a poem which is half about my late maternal grandmother: https://poeticjourneyswithsharmila.substack.com/p/i-come-from-ode-to-the-asian-matriarch
Sharmila, thank you for sharing this piece of her with us,
https://substack.com/@poetoccasionally/note/p-177956657?r=4glrpu&utm_source=notes-share-action&utm_medium=web
This is a poem I wrote during two stages of a breakup: when it happened and a year later. Would love some feedback. I hope you like it!
This is quiet, strong work. Keep the lens on the bird and the ground beneath it, and the truth will rise on its own.
Your comment here is very much appreciated
https://open.substack.com/pub/darakhth/p/is-my-voice-truly-my-own?r=d9o4y&utm_medium=ios
Hi, this one is my latest poem with my art.
Happy to connect,!
Your poem tenderly captures the tug-of-war with inner voices, raw, honest, and quietly empowering,
I'm so happy to connect with you!
Thank you! So glad you liked it ☺️
Mad World
Juxtapositions of Privilege and War
Armed with a glass of Chardonnay,
I sit amid golden light
while swallows pond-swoop
for Michelin-star mosquitoes,
hoping the feral kitten’s mother
has returned from her evening hunt,
that nothing has befallen her.
Will we later watch
Drive
to Survive?
Armed with automatic weapons,
soldiers in vantage points
watch the frantic agony of the starving
and shoot,
just because they can.
I drain my glass.
Check the WiFi.
As if connection could save us.
© Francesca Bossert 2025
this glows & stings at once. in just a breath, you turn cozy wine into a mirror of war, leaving me moved, grateful, and wide awake
thank you for reading, Aug. We are so lucky, it’s almost obscene. Sharing my words is cleansing.
https://open.substack.com/pub/kablamoquarterly/p/poetry-threepeat-thursday?r=kbii6&utm_medium=ios
Here's a recent one from me. https://substack.com/home/post/p-166435368
The "Burn After Reading" Technique, i love it
I have some poetry on Power Poetry under joestronge. The site is admittedly limited as to mise en page but is so easy otherwise.
Joe, every layout is unique, but the most effective ones always hit the mark