#wnq writers

[iambrillyant]

“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”

— iambrillyant

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”

-m.n.

[theartoffresco]

[tellherium]

my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever

[autumnsunshine10]

I could spend all my mornings

Wrapped up in blankets

Like this--your hand in mine

My head on your chest

Wallowing in our lazy Sunday best

Betting on endless tomorrows

The relentless sun seeks us out

Wishing to shine as bright and hot

No such luck but it gets us up

Still I sip my coffee with a smile

Drain the last drop while you wrestle

With the urge for a smoke

Instead you light on my lips

Zoom in till there's zero room for doubts

Then you're wearing my grin

As if it's always been that easy

Effortless, like nothing else

I've never known moments

Like this could exist

Prompts: you and I this morning; wrestling with smoke; still I

[stevenluce]

Hey! If you write poetry and want to be on my online poetry magazine please send me a message, submit your work to me, or hashtag your work with, ‘#newwavepoetry’

I’ve been doing poetry on this site for thirteen years and am trying to do what the people did for me when I started.

Please don’t be a stranger and get your work out there! I’m trying to do what poetryriot once did. The tumblr poetry community thanks you! “#newwavepoetry”

[dolores-hazy]

Inversion

It's funny how things change

Faster than the blink of an eye

You might not ever know why

Even though it was worth the while

Can't yet look back and smile

With a gash still open wide

Clasped another double-edged sword

Cleaning and dressing the wound

Harder to do when not seeing straight

Wanting to not look back but unable to refrain

Masochism must be a claim to fame

Pain shadows every stunted move

Melancholy tainting every day

Sometimes for the better but still

It's sad how things change

[rawhoneybliss]

"You're not waiting for things to change. Recognize that change is taking place here and now, and you will stop waiting."

— Raw Honey Bliss

[soulfulreverie]

1. Have you looked at the back of the polaroid pictures they took of us? I scribbled some sweet remarks in there. I'm guessing you don't even check them anymore. What on earth was I thinking? [delete] 2. Look, I miss you. I hope it is as simple as that. [delete] 3. It hurts me that you passed up on the possibility of me having to come home to you after a terrible day at work, or the chance to have your arms around me and to wake up with you next to me. It's a shame you took that away from us. It's a shame you never even tried. [delete] 4. The books I read lately makes me feel like I should cut you off. We've only had this toxic, never ending cycle of you and me and our stupidity and having rebound relationships but we can't even talk about what we feel to each other. [delete] 5. Just...can you just let me know if you're at least happy? [delete] 6. Can I call you? I just wanted to hear your voice. [delete] 7. I never planned on loving you this much. [delete] 8. I'm not drunk. I only had a couple glasses of wine. No, scratch that. I had a whole bottle. Where are you? Call me. [delete] 9. Did her kisses felt divine like mine? [delete]

s.a., Texts I (almost) Sent You pt. 5

[ninasdrafts]

I hope I’ll find you in the end. After the fighting, once the fire’s been doused, the flames have died, the ash has cooled. I hope you’ll still be in the place where I told you to meet me should it ever come to this. Do you remember the old birch tree? We held hands beneath it. We traded secrets - we didn’t know their value back then, didn’t know we could never take them back and make them unheard. When I trail my fingers down the bark, it's familiar like the back of your hand. I can feel the last months beneath my fingertips. The last few years. We never changed, not really, and yet here we are on different sides of the field, weapons lifted. We used to watch the sun set and we were so sure it would rise the next day. When one day it didn’t, it wasn’t something we’d ever thought to expect. Some endings are unfathomable. Some endings don’t seem possible until it’s too late and we can’t return to the beginning anymore.  I hope I'll find you in the end. Beneath the debris, above the noise, I hope I can pull you out by the legs and ask you if you remember.

birch / n.j.

[francesca-sapphic]

They said girls shouldn't kiss girls, so I became a sinner.

[theartoffresco]

[tellherium]

Epitaph of a Wooden Spoon // in which time is both a woman and a desert and nothing can every truly disappear

(i love it when poems burst out of me)

[autumnsunshine10]

They say keep it on the down-low

Nobody else needs to know

Don't give them the lowdown

It's not their business anyhow

Be human but set apart

Pretend you don't own a heart

Then it can't be broken

Divided into tokens

Inserted at the arcade

Another game to be played

Or a digital download

To keep them busy on the road

Serving up sold-out shows

Under the spotlight glow

A full house eager crowd

Getting so hyped-up loud

While you sit up at home

Waiting by the telephone

Well it's a good time to go

Since nobody needs to know

Prompts: on the down low; human but not; to be divided

[stevenluce]

Poetry With A Dirty Pen

Old friends dancing around

On psychiatric drugs

Dressed up as Gram Parsons

Radio humming

Mocking standardized high school tests

Violent

Passive aggressive

Sweet

Unset ink

Accidentally smudging

Flicking rhinestones into oblivion

William Blake dissolving into modern concrete descriptions

Jack Kerouac kept in hell for not asking permission

Gregory Corso outliving both

Reading Shelley w/o reading Shelley

Slide guitars rambling in the distance

Stolen cars moaning in the background

Old trees croaking

Whispering, “I love you”

Candle lit

Shelves hung up with thumb tacks

Ceramic songbirds settled

Trying to keep up with the seasons