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Wishes made upon the Promenade
Wishes were made upon the stones that lined the Promenade Wishes of Love and Passion But during a terrible storm, Lightning struck the Promenade
Devin JamesPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Moonlight
In the gentle hours of night's embrace, Where darkness weaves its quiet lace, A celestial ballet begins to unfold,
She Cannot Remember
She lies curled up tightly in a fetal position Her white hair matted and sweaty against her head Her brown eyes gazing out from the nothingness of
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished about a year ago in PoetsDARK LIGHT
Waking up to a new day with great hope and new grace. Touching my tummy and speaking positive words towards it, Hoping that one day it will carry greatness.
ESTHER NDUTAPublished about a year ago in PoetsTHE FIVE SENSES
In a realm where senses intertwine, Where marvels of perception align, Let me paint a tapestry profound, A poetic symphony, senses unbound.
Angel HegenPublished about a year ago in PoetsParis, 1965
He met her and she met him. His name was Dave and hers, Kim. They fell in love under the Paris Lights. Amidst the Language of Love and Endless MidSummer Nights.
Devin JamesPublished about a year ago in PoetsHow do I reduce a hair loss problem and increase hair growth?
Let me tell you a magic secret Few years Let me tell you a magic secret, I had a hair loss problem. My hair looked extremely unhealthy. So my mom told me this secret which worked wonders for me and my hair length increased in no time.
Emmanuel AmpiahPublished about a year ago in PoetsDeath.
This is it, this is where he kills me. The thought was gone before it fully formed, gone before out of my mind by the wind and swirling the white of the church bell insistence of horseshoes ringing on tarmac, getting faster and faster. I was hurtling towards my doom with no witnesses from the start I told myself No when I was going riding alone bareback, therefore and without a hat at dawn on a freezing New year's Day, I was riding dangerously.
Dawn EarnshawPublished about a year ago in PoetsNight Owl
Sleep Evades Words Dance Hearts Race What is there to schedules that trump spontaneity?
Kelley DonahuePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Clock
The hands of time we long to control To go back and play a different role With forethought and a dsciplined mind More thoughtful and more kind
Kelley DonahuePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Raise for slam people
Listen up, let me speak my mind, I'm gonna slam it down, one word at a time, I've got something to say, and I won't be shy, So sit back, relax, and let me testify.
Daily Gratitude
Soft light of the dawn, Awakening to new life, Grateful for each day. ... Endless expanse, Nature's beauty all around,
Heather PattonPublished about a year ago in Poets