Adult Poetry

  • Adult Poetry,  Poetry

    Eighteen years later

    “Eighteen Years Later” Free-Verse Poetry, 9-23-17 My inability to hate you Is the biggest detriment in my adult life. I was young and inexperienced, Putty in your hands, Moldable and folding myself over and over again Until there was almost nothing left. I want to sever the insatiable connection to you, Because it still hurts that you didn’t feel it too. Losing you damn near killed me. I thought I knew what love was, But you said I didn’t. You were wrong; I knew everything. -Brandi Easterling Collins

  • Adult Poetry,  Poetry


    “Echoes” Free-Verse, July-August 2017 Your ghost follows me around, haunting and taunting me. I don’t know if I miss you, or the me I was before you. Through the window, I catch a glimpse of you behind the trees— a shadow of who you once were to me, still frozen in time. Trapped inside these walls are lies I’ve tried to ignore, bubbling up in the peeling paint, all these years later. Echoes of past conversations bleed in my ears while I scream over the noise of what is now silent. Living in parallels, I guide the me I once was to escape the darkness into safety and light, though…

  • Adult Poetry,  Poetry

    One Night in a Coffeehouse

    “One Night in a Coffeehouse” Free-Verse, March 20, 2017 He sings in the near-empty coffeehouse About alcohol addiction and love. He thinks no one in the lackluster crowd is listening. Two employees try their best to acknowledge him, While a college student studies his books, And a lady whose whole life is a musical hums her own tune. Annoyed by the six laughing ladies in their bible study group, He changes his line-up to include All songs he knows that take the Lord’s name in vain. The ladies talk over the too-loud guitar music, Determined to finish their lesson, While he plays louder and louder to drown out the noise. The…