Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
I mold bricks of shadow echoing mourning resounding above and below stacking them in neat little rows Overwhelmed and breathless
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Last Rose In a quiet village where the hills kissed the sky, there bloomed a rose, the last of its kind, red as a heartbeat, tender as a sigh,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I know one day I’ll come across Your name, your face Your wounding voice You'll appear in public Walking free without fear
There is a First Friday Art Walk in a town close to me. Friday night is date night for the hubby and me, and you see, it was on First Friday. So, one of my favorite things is forever going to be
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Death is not an ending, but a return. A soft release, like laying down a burden you have carried too far. It whispers,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
At the breast of the mother of invention I suckled from the teat of conviction In truth, I sought more than sweetness More than colostrum, rich in goodness
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
in the tangled skein tween dark night and bright day thou once marched the chapel aisle in a cloud of white me heart pounding, in terror and wonder great,
By John Coxabout a year ago in Poets
some poetry makes you sit up and think some poetry makes you sit down and sink some just makes you the ink spills and then and then and then
I carry history in my skin, a story I never chose. It burns in every stare, every siren, every shadow that follows me home.
