Between the covers of an old novel, sits a trio of pressed pink roses, the flowery scent long faded away. a long-forgotten suitor long ago proposes.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Goodbye to the days That slowly drawled on While we swam in the pool And soaked in the sun. - Lots of smiles Sips of beer
By Under.the.Poetree with Nicole Oliver3 years ago in Poets
I take a bite and I hear your lesson “Place it on your tongue and press it against the roof of your mouth let it melt naturally
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 years ago in Poets
he says he wants me to write him like a graphic romance novel- we both wonder how much is he really worth my imagination?
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
Fill the space with chitter chatter Thinking that it matters As if your wisdom Earth-shatters. - But energy wears no disguise
By Under.the.Poetree with Nicole Oliver5 years ago in Poets
Where are you today? Raisins cupped in my palm. * How quickly you became Half-memory, not so sour. * No, I can’t be erased from hospital
By Joe Nasta5 years ago in Poets