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Playing in the Snow
Playing in the Snow The sun shining off the white snow Standing feeling the cold wind against my face The ground is full of snow like the Forest of Dean
Storms A Brewing
Storm clouds are brewing I can see the hands of fate here in this snow globe
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSneaky Sandcastles At Sunset!
Such golden memories of seaside holidays… Aunts, cousins, brothers… visited my marvellous Nana and Pop! No time wastin’… we skipped early to the beach.
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 4 months ago in PoetsFallen Petals Can Bloom
A forgotten rose is always found by the wayside, And nobody seems to realize how often these slide. One little petal may not make much of a difference now,
Toby HewardPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSticking To Stupendous Taste
Food on a line truly is a marvelous piece, It leaves one begging for more like empty bellied geese. The varieties are ever changing to meet the current tastes,
Toby HewardPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhen It Is Safe: The Poems
You may be familiar with Real Poetic's recent challenge: Secret Writers. The prompt: Write a historical microfiction that takes place in the 1800s from the perspective of a slave in America that can secretly read and write.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 4 months ago in PoetsC-Notes World Tour
Come one Come all Buy your tickets now Get them before They’re sold out All the cool cats Will be there The C Notes World Tour
Mother CombsPublished 4 months ago in Poetsi write... just not here.
i do write stories. plenty of terrific ones. but, uh... not on here. *** I have been working on two books for the past few weeks, as well as improving my art skills, girl scouts, and pretty much everything else you could ever do in the world; but mostly writing books.
I am falling
By falling in reverse, Ive harboured true vice. A disappointment A disaster A disgrace. Fallen from perfection. Fallen from the hill of stability.
Lane BurnsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsI Am...
A little runny, A little chewy, A little bumpy, A little yellow. Full of flavour, Devour me, I'm your food saviour.
Carol TownendPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSleepless Nights
I'll probably never be happy or content with my life. I also understand I'm far more blessed than many people. I have no regrets.
Plan Execute ProfitPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHalf a Hundred Cats
That is what it feels like when I’m in a room with more than one cat. *** Their fur floating around everywhere. Their claws scratching whatever soft surface they can locate.
Amethyst ChampagnePublished 4 months ago in Poets