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Sand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
Atomic HistorianPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsWhen I Say No
How does one go about describing the kind of guilt I feel? Guilt of my lack of guilt. It is trying to know you can never have what you want how you want it.
Dakota Love DanglerPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsEroded Paths
If time would not erode the lives that we've lived And the wind carried the loads of the things we forgive Could we paint us a picture
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsA Father is a Home
A girl’s reaching fingers find his waiting pinky. Dainty and delicate and childlike in their clumsy eagerness. Small enough to wrap all five comfortably ‘round his one,
Raeanne PattersonPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsI blame my friend poem
I blame my friend and this is impossible That friend, I love what is said seems very sensible This is a very beautiful statement what he just said
el hariti adilPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsSky Walker
unfettered feet glide one thin cord between us, I tether earth to sky __________ Copyright © 05/01/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
Christy MunsonPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsThe Wonder Kid
My imagination came to visit me. We hadn’t talked for years, Inside its eyes – there - I could see it harboured many fears.
Ward NorcuttPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsI Hate When People Ask About You
I hate when people ask about you As if your pain is mine to share. You’re tougher than I’ll ever be, But the heartache is yours to bare.
Darby S. FisherPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsI do not believe in soulmates
The notion of being swooned into a whirlwind of romance is a tale long told, Admonishing the beauty of efforts in oozing passion is a narrative untold.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsGod will wreck your plans if your plans wreck you
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind. In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
Hridya SharmaPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsMy Way
In the tapestry of life's grand display, Through resilience, I found my own pathway, With courage and grace, I faced each array,
R.T. GarnerPublished a day ago in PoetsLakshmi: The Radiant One
In temples adorned with marigold, She sits upon a lotus throne, Her golden skin aglow with blessings, Lakshmi, the goddess we call our own.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished a day ago in Poets