Little houses made of boxes On a roadside in a valley Empty valley near the mountains Twelve houses in a row You arrive the 10th house
By Amos Gladea day ago in Poets
MARRIED BUT LONELY My husband put a block on love, Somewhere along the way, He never said he didn't love me, He just forgot to say.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Insure My Blooming Self A singer can insure their voice, So every note remains their choice, A dancer dances all night long, A singer needs the perfect song.
Introduction I love the positivity in the message of this song, and this is how I feel about you all. I Still Have Faith In You
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Poets
Mister Right last night. Regret fills my mourning mouth. I spit out the son. This was inspired by my favorite Pink Floyd song Young Lust.
By Tina D. Lopez2 days ago in Poets
Going To October Where The Spook Is The Real Treat, And Nightmares aren't just Dreams... The Aroma Of The Ambiance is Hints of Candy and a Little bit of Ashes in the Breeze...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 days ago in Poets
Behold the golden disk of pure delight, A caramelized crown of spiced perfection. Crushed lotus biscuits whispering of butter and brown sugar,
By Forest Green2 days ago in Poets
Golden circles of buttery warmth, Pressed gently into the tin, Waiting for the afternoon sun To spill across the kitchen floor.
A skillet of buttered ambition, brown sugar pressed flat against cast iron, rough-edged and heavy with promise. We baked it to mend a quiet Tuesday,
Golden crust, a heavy round canvas, pressed flat by eager palms and the sweet geometry of a fork. It is a landscape of roasted earth
A golden crust of buttery dreams, flaking like morning sunlight, holding a secret too sweet for the rules. Inside, the heart of the matter:
A crust crimped by hurried thumbs, fluted in the quiet hours of afternoon, resting upon the cooling rack like an old secret.
