the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

Five More Minutes

by beighartman

I should have gotten up.
Just five more minutes I said
I hit the snooze button
and rolled over in bed.
All I need is five more minutes.
So I went back to sleep instead.

poetry is so blooming selfish

by Roger Mugs

i wrote into the void
words meant to create
feelings in you i myself
no longer wished to feel

hoping my vomit would
relieve my ache
and somehow what i rejected
would disgust you.
and as you cleaned yourself
of my refuse
i’d feel better knowing i was

no longer alone

Haiku

by saxsquatch

Sunshine envelops
but for one last time today;
the night is coming.

…And away from home we stray
’till at last we find an old, quaint place
to gather near, and all but pray.
To garner our good graces
in between us, all together
and truly decide, one and all
to wait out foul weather
rather than attempt to sally forth
in to certain disaster.

Rain comes from the east
the tents are staked solidly
We will sleep in peace.

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