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Trust/Ышаныч/Yshanysh
Trust feels like a generous, light pat on the shoulder. Trust smells like a miniature glass bottle of ambrosial tea tree oil.
Talia DevoraPublished about a year ago in PoetsEarth, Water, Air, Fire
build upon the ground rejoice atop her summits want for more and towers fall the God's weep for us Refute their tears? Know thyself.
Micah The PeachPublished about a year ago in Poetsablaze
the smoke comes before smoldering embers and it all goes up in flame
lisa brown jalozaPublished about a year ago in PoetsCoffee
Oh my moring friend, You are the first thing that comes to my mind, your sweet smell awakens me from a night of sleep, You pull me toward the kitchen like a magnet everyday to start my day,
Teressa RosallPublished about a year ago in Poetsas i wish
can you guess which winds will take the pirates home from the lofty heights of tomorrow can you question why the somewhere of someday are always someone else's to live and breathe and borrow?
The Chase
You were the good guy So I gave you a chance. You took it. You loved me But you couldn’t say it Most of em say it
Elements
They combine for life They sustain it for a time They part ways for death *Entered into the Quadru-Haiku Challenge*
Timothy OrrPublished about a year ago in PoetsAbecedarian Haiku/Senryū Madness
A challenge was set An abecedarian A senryu every verse * But will I conclude By using every letter Bright idealism
Paul StewartPublished about a year ago in PoetsElements
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Four elements to write of. Can I win this one?
Paul MartynPublished about a year ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2023
Brewing Beauty
A pot of water, on the stove to heat A chestnut brown, with a aroma sweet Beans grinded fine, they're added with care The smell, a warm and inviting air
James GreenPublished about a year ago in Poets Midnight Marlboro
Marlboro’s midnight magic, meandering mist, escapes my lips Cherry lipstick stains the rim of my chilled, whiskey sour twist Faded, tear stained letters lay on the floor, torn up as I am I should be getting better, but I just don’t give a damn The years have marked my skin - Like a leopard, wears it’s spots A car veering off a cliff, without the means to stop I’m waiting for the bad news, aka, the other shoe to drop I’ve traded in my happiness at an IOU pawnshop But, I’ll fake it till I make it - Because, mind over matter counts I’ll keep on keeping on, before my time has all run out
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago in PoetsIkagai
Free, unstoppable Limpid, the waves crash and froth Against the mighty Rocks, ground, earth and shore Withstanding the test of time
Véronique RacinePublished about a year ago in Poets