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A familiar voice across a phoneline Walls that morph across time Home is the people Trusted and true Home is safe
Megan ChadseyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome.
Home. A four letter word I know little about. Move. A four letter word I know much better. Boxes with possessions packed away safely.
ThePaintedWolfWomanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAfar
Every time I close my eyes, I imagine a world where we would collide Where every promise made, can be kept Where every word can be heard
Sedona GoodbarPublished 3 years ago in PoetsFrom the Ground up
Home to me is not just a place I go to Or a person I see. Home is every part of me. The bright red color of my hair
Sedona GoodbarPublished 3 years ago in PoetsCould My Home Be?
Could a structure be a place , I would feel at home? Or would it be a place, I really loved to roam? During a time when I was growing ,as a wee child.
Cathy DeslippePublished 3 years ago in PoetsObservations I
You can go gentle into that good night (who would mind?) The world can end with a bang and a whimper. Between the Idea and the Reality is
Kendall DefoePublished 3 years ago in PoetsBad Times
Some people see me as a Drug user. Others see me as a person in Need but don’t help. But I’m a person that fell on bad times.
Grandmother's Hearth
The hearth is warmer when Grandmother tells the stories of her childhood, when her brother fell while climbing a tree and she cured him with the knowledge of her past lives
Aaron CortésPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA beautiful mind, stilled at 16
WHILE MISSING PERSONS STATISTICS ARE COMPILED FOR EVERY OTHER DEMOGRAPHIC, NONE EXISTS FOR NATIVE AMERICAN WOMEN. NO ONE KNOWS HOW MANY ARE MISSING.
Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMr. Willoughby
My eyes graze over the land tall cornfields that kissed the edges of my daddy’s land and his daddy’s and his daddy’s before him
J LashellePublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Wish
Why is it like this That I don’t want to miss A single day with you With a feeling that is so new Why is it that you Who always kind of knew
Shlesma ParajuliPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe realm of merpeople.
The waters of the ocean continued flowing as the dolphins playfully lapped near the school of sea bass. The orcas glided through the sea with their new born calves going in the direction of the shoreline to teach them the thrill of the hunt, and the taste of blubbery sea line. The lobsters skittered throughout the seashore, as the ocotopus waited patiently for them to pass, while the hammerhead shark darted back and forward between the coral reef. The clownfish scoffed and mocked in the covering of the anemone. Lights continued shining brightly near the sea floor, as mermaids swam throughout the coral castle. The merknights zealousy guarded their territory, as the coral conch sounded to declare his majesty’s entrance.
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 years ago in Poets