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Loaves of Glory
In a land where baguettes roam free, A favorite snack for the athlete in me. Childhood memories come rushing back, Of crunchy delicate crust and fluffy soft sack.
Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy17Published about 3 hours ago in PoetsWonderful Warheads
When Sour Patch Kids seem tame And gummy worms a bore, It's time to up the ante With the most sour candy in the store Colorfully wrapped hard knobs
Morgan Rhianna BlandPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsWithdrawal season
Withdrawal season... Anatomy was too hard... Mental muscle - pop!
Rowan FinleyPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsI study his eyes
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart. ‘The Widow and her Son.’ A short story. Washington Irving (1819.)
Pauline FountainPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsEmpty Mind
An empty mind Is a blessing most kind Those with their mind clear Have very little to fear You could say I’m envious And I question why I have sentience
Victor EdmundsPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsThe Message of Iqbal
In the heart of the East, a poet did rise, With words that soared 'neath vast azure skies. Iqbal, his name, a beacon of light,
MUHAMMAD ANAS QURESHIPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsSnacktime Sonata
In the hush of twilight's gentle embrace, When the day's fervor starts to fade, And shadows dance in the fading light, Comes a moment of pure delight.
MEDIA.COM WORLDPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsI love
I love _____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. I was waiting for a letter How long has he-- Ashwin's farewell day on Phagun's arrival
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsFrom Heaven to Hell
Smell and taste intertwined - the strongest senses, memory recalled – can return at any time ~ Tastes from the past burst forth
Barb DukemanPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsMorning Prayer
Whirling in the breath of the Tao, in the vortex of bliss and of exquisite pain, see that I walk with Thee always. Thou'rt my Truth,
Martha AgnesPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsWalking Wounded
"How many scars did you have to justify because you loved the person holding the knife" I heard this recently, and while not my own, these words struck me.
Jennifer PerezPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsPublications
Sure as pigs are made of bacon And gods love a good libation, I risk blunt humiliation In taking up my pen. *
Dana CrandellPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets