Poems About L
172 poemsWhat I Mean When I Say His Name
I mean the way he folds the map even though the phone knows where we are. I mean the scar above his eyebrow
by Leander Roth
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lovehim
Unsent
I write you letters in my head on the bus, in the shower, in the three seconds
by Odessa Winfield
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loveheartbreak
Winter Kitchen
The windows fog with everything we've made— the stew, the bread, the kettle's weary sigh— and past the glass the garden starts to fade
by Sable Elsinore
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winterfamily
Enough Light
Even now, when nothing seems to hold, Nothing keeps the dark from pressing close— Dawn is just a rumor, barely told,
by Wren Calloway
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hopelife