#poet

[almostsomewheremaybe]

I need you to look at me and remember miracles exist.

[leolovesumore]

So don't go looking at me like you could love me,

when you plan to not

~leolovesyoumore

[1ghuraba]

It is not simply losing my imaan, it is more than that…

It is as if my soul and heart no longer speak to each other

As if my heart has been stripped from my body, and can no longer find it’s way home.

I dread the nights my heart is detached and the walk home is way too long

[cudles]

[poetrybyjacqueline]

Tea Leaves

The tea leaves you left me to interpret

I try to bring meaning to surface

they say stars speak of fate but I watched them disintegrate

in warm water and detergent ’cause I still wasn’t certain

whether the stars were predetermined or just a random occurrence 

of nature so I wait here in front of hot water vapour designing meanings on paper

for the tea leaves you left me to interpret

-JacquelineCollier.blog

[strokeofserenity]

M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”

[kulturegroupie]

Ashleigh Brilliant, 1977

[shadesofvalrose]

It's funny how such a small thing can mean everything. 🌻

[always-coffee]

Two new poems to add to this!

"Let It Be Your Call" from Small Wonders and "Rhiannon Remembers Her Own Name" from Dream Theory Media.

Welcome New Followers!

Since there are quite a few new folks popping in, I figured I’d say hi! I’m a poet, editor, word-nerd, and unapologetic coffee addict. I read tarot cards, and I never met a dog I didn’t want to hug. Or cat. Look, if it’s got four legs and a tail, I’m gonna wanna hug it.

If you’re interested in reading more of my poetry, there is a lot of it up for free online. I’ll link to the free ones below! If you like the poems, and you’re able to, support the mags that pubbed them. But either way, I hope you enjoy the work.

“Six of Swords Becomes The Emperor” in Uncanny.

“Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness” in The Deadlands.

“Knight of Wands, Six of Swords” in Uncanny.

“The Empress Chides the Hermit” in Small Wonders.

“Temperance and The Devil, Reversed” in Uncanny.

“When the Wraith Smiles” in Nightmare.

“The Heart Sings a Siren” in Mermaids Monthly.

“After The Tower Falls, Death Gives Advice” in Uncanny.

“A Meeting Place” and “Secret Keeping” in Mermaids Monthly.

“Of Monsters I Loved” in Uncanny.

“The Devil You Know” in Strange Horizons.

“Athena Holds Up a Mirror to Strength” in Uncanny.

“Three of Swords, King of Cups” in Fireside.

“The Magician Speaks to The Fool” in Uncanny.

“The Year We Got Rid of Our Ghosts” in Uncanny.

“Lorelei” in Uncanny.

“A Lovesong From Frankenstein’s Monster” in Uncanny.

“The Persecution of Witches” in Uncanny.

“From the High Priestess to the Hanged Man” in Uncanny.

Bonus: A Q&A I did with Asimov’s, after the published one of my poems.

[cvtastrophee]

me? the universe protects me and it's been protecting me. i'm not worried.

[leolovesumore]

Pretence might be the most lethal weapon to humankind on an emotional level... You might love someone with all you have to wake up one day and know it was all a lie, fabricated for shits and giggles. And you have to be okay with it, okay with being played

///okay with being everything and then nothing at all///

~leolovesyoumore

[midnights-poet]

You were and are—an immutable axis in my ever-turning night.

You are the sunrise I ache for, from the hollows of shadow,

the forbidden warmth I name in silence,

when the hunger swells past poetry.

To behold you is to blister with awe.

To touch you—obliteration.

And yet, I linger at the threshold of your dawn,

ready to burn, ready to be undone

in the holy violence of your morning light…

©️ Midnight’s Poet Qoheleth.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

J-VILLE AND MEMORIES (My...Home)

i still see the gravel roads wind...like memories past the white church that tolled every sunday morning past the shuttered hardware store that once fixed most everything and the porch swings that held more stories than the library ever could

we called it...home and home was more than a word it was a prayer we whispered before leaving it was stitched into our flannel sleeves and sunburnt skin where kindness was currency and no one locked their doors I remember... cr’s had the best burgers and the worst fries but we sat there for hours talking like time owed us something laughing so loud the old timers just smiled ...shook their heads we partied in the cornfields by the tracks hid beer in coolers filled with ice to keep 'em cool from the warm summer nights train whistles cutting through our laughter like a warning ...or a promise we never understood

we climbed the water tower ...it was a ritual names etched in rusted steel a record of our recklessness our hearts beating louder than the town ever would

the county fair came once a year and that "Big Eli" Ferris wheel ride was slow and magical and terrifying her hand found mine at the top the world below disappeared

seventeen felt like forever when her eyes held all the light that summer could muster and her kiss tasted like sweet tea and truth or dare nothing since has ever felt that new

now i drive through sometimes windows down ...a fond salutation fields grown over where we once danced barefoot cr’s now long gone but its ghost still smells like fried happiness ...and dreams

i often wonder if a place ever really lets go or if it just waits soft and steady

a little like home does

[pedal-poet]

… Die Sonne brät doch recht potent Wohl dem, der schattig’ Plätzchen kennt …

[pratikshamalayil]

(05/11/2025, 02:54:38)

In love, chasing a call

I miss you with such intensity it feels constant. I pretend everything is you, and I pretend you are watching me, or watching everything. You probably do not read a word I write. You have more important things to do. I miss my best friend. I miss the man who used to call me when he was drunk and smile on the phone. We both used to pass off our love as a casual, ambiguous thing, and I think I tried to believe that. I think I tried to give you signs in the songs and in the words I said, and in the letters I sent to your house. A man as smart as you knew exactly how I loved you like it was the only thing I had ever done. I just wanted you to jump, to know the right time. I don’t think there was ever a right time for you. I think you were embarrassed of me. I was following your lead. I think you were embarrassed of me. I’d tell you I loved you, that I was in love with you, and try to slip it into some random conversation, like bringing the cryptic forward. You always smiled every time you heard it, your head bowing under your breath.