Like the sonnet of Shakespeare said, Fall is the time where very few leaves hand in trees, With bare branches being the ruined choir where birds sang.
By Sid Aaron Hirji12 days ago in Poets
My heart is an emotional battlefield. Fore I am very weak but I am strong still. Fore love was dirty, but I loved with all my will.
By Dina Evans 12 days ago in Poets
I do not know what is wrong with me. Today the sunshines beautifully; yet I'm wide awake and half asleep. The same coffee crystals done twice this week.
By Dina Evans 13 days ago in Poets
There are millions of passwords to remember, They all get jumbled up, all at once, All these numbers and letters, stay put and in your place,
By Tambourine Man13 days ago in Poets
Writing in the midst of my own personal chaos seems far more easy than writing by the serenading seas... Far from a war path, more a form of temporary escapism from the now...
By Armand Slayer14 days ago in Poets
Stop being so rude people, And relax, It is not always about you, It is about making it better for everyone's sake, The more you push,
By Tambourine Man14 days ago in Poets
✅Dancing with Joyous Horses of the Heart✅ Eternally,. . . hearing her endless. . . love songs smiling. . . inside my heart . . . echoing in perpetuity,. . . a zen moment of riding high. . . stuck in the here and now.
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne14 days ago in Poets
A gentle breeze blows strands of hair til they sweep across my face. I laugh aloud when they tickle and rub the tickle sensation away.
By Liz Montano15 days ago in Poets
Please forgive me: This song might not be ''wanky'' enough, but I think it does the job (and I refuse to show myself attempting to sing this one):
By Kendall Defoe 15 days ago in Poets
Introduction I wanted to share this image, I asked for an Iceberg of Fire, and I love the music in this Orange Advert by the amazing Peter Lawlor who I have namechecked in this piece.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 15 days ago in Poets
Swamps rise beyond boggy, mental clouds forecast foggy Showers fall then dissipate. Pointed fingers; blatant hate Baptized by spirit early in age; Document now received; had merely turned eight. . .
By Dina Evans 16 days ago in Poets
How could I serve? I asked thousands of times. Kept running too far; a spiraling decline From mountain, thru numerous valleys, NOW I desire more
By Dina Evans 17 days ago in Poets
