Tags : allegory

My Friend, My Magnet

My Friend, My Magnet

A Poem by nadia dmitri


What are we to do?
Apprehensive Arsonist

Apprehensive Arsonist

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I worry that this spark will cause a forest fire
Where Christ Cast the Tables

Where Christ Cast the Tables

A Poem by Austin Boucher


A poem of academia
Satiating Stray

Satiating Stray

A Poem by nadia dmitri


Forget that distracting dog
Is this a piece you like?

Is this a piece you like?

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I am that forest tree
You Will Not Eat Me

You Will Not Eat Me

A Poem by nadia dmitri


Even if I ask you to
Decay Gracefully

Decay Gracefully

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I am losing track of the milestones
Defeat is (Not) Sweet

Defeat is (Not) Sweet

A Poem by nadia dmitri


Ignis fatuus
Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed

A Poem by nadia dmitri


A grandmother promise, you’ve come to see you are the intruder
Knife Block

Knife Block

A Poem by nadia dmitri


She had the desperation of a knife blockwithout knives
A Whisper In A Hurricane

A Whisper In A Hurricane

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I keep conjuring up metaphors, is that all I am now?
Not Worship, Nor Hunger

Not Worship, Nor Hunger

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I have learned that if it looks, sounds, and feels like begging, then it is.
Girlhood

Girlhood

A Poem by nadia dmitri


They want you, but at what cost?
Gravity’s Inevitable Lesson

Gravity’s Inevitable Lesson

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I marvel at the mundane horror of daily Winter commutes
Soprano Cries

Soprano Cries

A Poem by nadia dmitri


I keep thinking about all the ways I could go crazy right now.
quiet, quiet, quiet pt. 2

quiet, quiet, quiet pt. 2

A Poem by zain danyal


The maudlin walls looked at me and I smiledI've been here all my life and I have never wanted to leaveEvery door looks the same with the same number: ..
Ouroboros

Ouroboros

A Poem by nadia dmitri


Conducting an autopsy on my wasted potential
unbearable

unbearable

A Poem by zain danyal


I want to believe that I am not the pit in my stomachAll my friends are drowning and the sky is no longer blue but the colour of our eyes and our emac..
Kitchen Party

Kitchen Party

A Poem by nadia dmitri


He told me his name but I couldn't hear it over the noise