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Under the apple tree.
You can find me under an apple tree, tucked in the shelter of my mind. I’ll be reading beneath an apple tree; I’ve left the real world behind.
Cara EvansPublished 11 months ago in PoetsRise Above the Stars.
In the darkest nights, when hope seems far, Embrace the light and reach for the stars. For within your soul, a fire burns bright,
Mehidi HasanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsHaiku Collage
1) (...refresh'd...) i see you Sunshine you are terrible and pure/ you sear my eyesight 2) (..ripples..) with the cool water
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsCiabatta
Crispy, crunchy crust. Crackling corners covering Chewy crumb. Content.
Calista Marchand-NazzaroPublished 11 months ago in PoetsBeing Alive
Being alive The 5 senses touching the world the ordinary mysteries of marriage a stream of consciousness thinking out loud
Andrew GrantPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Joy of Life
In the depth of darkness, I can feel the light As the sounds of nature bring me to life The scent of roses, envoke a memory so sweet
Devine WritezPublished 11 months ago in PoetsA Reason to Pause
How do we embrace the world with these senses so essential to our existence? The memories that matter are often awash with sensation.
Bugsy WattsPublished 11 months ago in PoetsOveractive Listening
You sigh, A wind louder than hurricanes, Surging and snatching your strength and ambition, Willpower siphoned through weighted breath
Ismael FerroPublished 11 months ago in PoetsMy dear
My dearest Maggie, I write to you from the vanguard of time, a chronicle laced with cobwebs and tear-streaked parchment. A life lived, reflected in the crevices of an empty house, whispering tales of solitude. The rooms echo with loneliness, reverberating with the silent language of isolation.
M DannenfelserPublished 11 months ago in PoetsAltering Each Other
She remembers when she was young, she liked to touch his beard, her fingers whispering across his face, his stubble bumpy, uneven,
Sawyer KuhlPublished 11 months ago in PoetsMasterpiece
Hear - Can you hear it? Their thoughts of judgement as I walked through that door? Same ones I hear when I walk across this floor. I don't want to hear them anymore. I beg of you no more!
Steffany PopePublished 11 months ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2023
Field of vision
It's like this: After a long climb, calves aching, we finally reach the upper deck and step through the arch
Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished 11 months ago in Poets