Free Verse
I learn something about life at preschool summer camp
I learn something about life at preschool summer camp A poem dedicated to the toddler who bit me on the leg when I worked at a preschool summer camp.
The path of love
I look into your eyes. And fell deep inside. Not knowing how to go out. I just enjoy the smile. With every path of your hair.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished a day ago in PoetsI am a Dinosaur
I am a Dinosaur Old and dated Worn and weathered My time spreads like dust Falling on a map of years Stretched in creased lines
The Invisible WriterPublished a day ago in PoetsSounds
Alone I stand Amidst a clamorous cacophony Of swirling voices Spanning around me joyfully, like Confetti; colorful, loud, overbearing.
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The first child of Utopia is born to the December full moon. It is the ninth hour, of the ninth day, of the ninth zodiac - the first number of completion.
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A symphony of Earth's heartbeat, In silent hum, calm and wild, Beneath the stars, in waves it flows, Dance of cosmic solar winds.
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lovely and dripping with youth she was worthy of being torn from the well-thumbed pages of women's magazines adorned and adored --
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This is a special holiday. We're all together as a family. Every year, we gather here. My parents, cousins, grandparents, and all of us
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsLooking for a fresh tree
If you truly love me, I will love you equally. But if you diminish your affection for me I will not inquire or pursue you.
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsEverything I Do
Everything I do, is not because I have to Nor because I'm obligated to Or required to I do it because I want to Because I love to see the smile on your face when you're happy
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Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
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Whisps of clouds glide leisurely across the open sky, driven by the breeze on their way to destinations unknown, or perhaps,
Randy BakerPublished a day ago in Poets