Poems from badazzle35
I write poetry in my spare time, usually when something clicks or catches my attention. Just whatever feels worth putting into words.
In the grocery aisle.
A shared joke.
A quiet morning.
The second mug.
A voicemail saved.
Handwritten notes.
Mail addressed.
The...
We don’t always know which moments will stay.
Just a hillside, the dark folded gently over the day, and sleep leaning in without asking....
Ants.
Out from the vent.
Not the door. Not the crack: closer, wider.
Still, they climbed the grille slow.
They knew.
Summer presses at the...
Everyone is asleep.
No lights behind windows.
No distant cars pulling memory behind them.
Just the hum of the refrigerator.
I step outside...
The years have stolen more than they ever gave:
Loyalty, vigor, and the youth I thought would never fade.
What burned bright now smolders,...