Ballad

9/25 Will Always Be Dolly Day
Introduction In the USA, it is 9/25 2026, and that day is Dolly Day. We sadly lost Dolly one month ago, but her spirit stays with us, encouraging us to be good and care for others.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
Tailtiu
Introduction This is my twenty-sixth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives the full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work from.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The house keeps the shape of whoever left. I do not say the name. I let the first note do that work. A kick. A snare.
By Overdrive Recordsabout a month ago in Poets
A Morceau to October's Ember Blush. Top Story - September 2026.
🍂 I step out of a room where September's light is slowly dimming. Dear friend, it's not so much an end, but more of a loosening - like a hand that was holding yours and slowly now realizes it must let go.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Poets
Trials Pt. 1
It was a Tuesday that changed her life, A Tuesday where a mother spawned from a wife, Laying down dreams of subtle possibilities,
By Michael L Neuhausabout a month ago in Poets
To be Had
If I give you the sun, will you give me the moon, and stars? - If I give you my dreams, will you keep them from me? If I give you the mountains,
By Sara Wynnabout a month ago in Poets
____
____ float through life as would a cloud, filled to the brim with rain. ____ am as solid as the flow that washes off the pain.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets
Hollow Beaches of Autumn
October is a place the dunes remember. They shift in the wind, whispering in old Wabanaki tongues as you cross their pale backs.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Poets
October Breakwater
October is a breakwater you step onto, slick stone and salt breath rising from the Atlantic’s throat. The air tastes like cold pine and the ghosts of summer bonfires. The tide pulls back, revealing the long ribs of the sandbar— a road the ocean only allows for part of the day.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Poets
Guardians
Introduction This is my hundred-and-sixteenth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and magical artwork. "The Art Of The Glittering Fox" and "Glittering Fox Magic" are now available worldwide on your local Amazon store.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Poets
THE SEA STILL KNOWS YOUR NAME
THE SEA STILL KNOWS YOUR NAME I walked into the restless sea, The letter in my hand, The final words you gave to me, Still followed through the sand.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Legend of Johnny Brown
‘Twas a sleepy little village Johnny Brown was born in, but fully grown, bright city lights began to beckon him. So Johnny set off to find his fortune and his fame,
By Liz Montano2 months ago in Poets