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I See
I See, I see you Yet I remain unmoving. Complacent, my eyes, they watch They see, they see you. My hands, they shudder, they wait
Moon And The Stars
The Moon and Stars The clear night sky is filled with beauty. The stars and the moon light which sliver glow up the sky.
The Sound of the wind
The Wind carries many things. But will you see them? The Wind has many forms. But will you notice? The Wind holds wisdom.
Closed Window
I saw a bee. She swooped in the kitchen through an open window and whizzed around before spotting another window.
Karina GalvanPublished 28 minutes ago in Poets
The Heavy, Grey Clouds
THE HEAVY, GREY CLOUDS. The heavy, grey clouds seem to match my heart. The heavy, grey clouds get heavier and darker which is the way my heart feels, as tears form in my eyes and soon the tears start to fall uncontrollable.
Bright Sun
BRIGHT SUN The bright sun kisses my skin. The bright sun warms the earth beneath me. The golden ray of the warm sun light the way for me to follow.
Life of Butterflies
Maria Beck “Power to Love” A christening A sleeping Beauty Waits another century Her hair grows and the birds comb and wash it
Abigail SirePublished about an hour ago in Poets
They Will Hunger For Your Wildness
One day you’ll meet that one compatible soul The one your heart has been longingly craving, You will feel like you’ve known this soul forever
Colleen MillsteedPublished about an hour ago in Poets
Where is the Tiger
A small child with his eyes closed slowly takes apart an apple in his hand, Languidly, choosingly, lolling it around his mouth.
Abigail SirePublished about an hour ago in Poets
An Abandoned Front
An abandoned front A cold emptiness a stark reality Horizon is undone, Buckled and reemerging behind
Abigail SirePublished about an hour ago in Poets
Ayazmid
Ghosts. Colorful souls seen in the blink of an eye of a drunken stumbling home - Names come to him even as they came n and out of visions – a red one -
Abigail SirePublished about an hour ago in Poets
Love Me
In a world full of people Why do I feel this way? I’m supposedly loved by so many Yet I feel like I must constantly obey.
M.J. KatherinePublished about 2 hours ago in Poets
