With wings furled Ready to take flight Ice crystals flaking Frozen in grace Preserved in perfect beauty Standing in willowy poise
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
After careful consideration, I’ve determined you are: Befuddled and muddled and many shots over par, Crusty exterior with rotting mush underneath,
By Merrie Sanders3 years ago in Poets
To describe the way I feel on a sweet Summer day, Sunkissed and eager to adventure anywhere the wind blows. Soft legs and voluminous hair, trying on new lingerie,
By Terri Allen3 years ago in Poets
The goal of the text is self-assertion and determination to embrace imperfection. She is ready she is ready for it all. she is ready for all the mistakes she is going to make.
By Rage 3 years ago in Poets
I felt a draft sweep cross' my legs as the zephyr nipped my skin fighting off the guilt that begs the clock chiming, 2 am
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Oh it burns, this hellish wound Your words pierce deep into my soul Bullet holes made by your sound To wreck me, was that your goal?
By Kei Gunn3 years ago in Poets
As much as you wish Bullshit was a dish Concocted for easy ingestion, Delectable's not Exactly the thought Foremost, following your suggestion.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Affirmation Begets Change Directly Effecting Fate Giving Help Inducing Joyful Kindheartedness Likewise Many Nonconventional
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
In the domain of the commonplace, where sunlight delicately glimmers, An ensemble of routine coordinates life's peaceful dreams.
By Sathishkumar S3 years ago in Poets
Storms are one of the most powerful and awe-inspiring natural phenomena that can occur on our planet. They can come in many shapes and sizes, from the gentle rainfall of a summer shower to the devastating winds and floodwaters of a hurricane. But no matter their form, storms always remind us of the incredible power and unpredictability of nature.
By Kylie 3 years ago in Poets
Aging is the game today because in two days change will happen I say Denise will be seventy! Every day is Saturday Friday night is every night!
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
