Here’s a riddle for you: If you don’t examine your past, how can you improve your future? * If you don’t pay attention to your mistakes,
By David Muñoz5 months ago in Poets
Open Windows Morning arrived without asking, soft through the open window frame, bringing a quiet kind of promise that settled gently into the day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The dark arrives. It comes swiftly and quietly, blanketing all. She is sleeping. There is peace, and there is quiet. The moon peeks out from behind the curtain-covered window, just enough to cast wisps of light on the dresser and the closet door.
By Kat. S5 months ago in Poets
White leather shoes squeak on polished wooden floors Gloom enfolds me as I venture deeper down the empty hallway stretching away from me.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 months ago in Poets
Don’t Count Your Money Don’t count your money and call yourself rich Coins make a sound, silence says more I have seen empty eyes behind heavy doors
Round and round Will be spinning Going down and down Spinning and twisting Turning and twirling No not burling Come and move
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
A wisp of a thought A ghost of an idea You were but a specter in my mind, Conjured from little more than air, From resolve and desire,
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Never knew what to say Couldn't put it down on paper Wasn't that he didn't know He was willing to write with flow But the words wouldn't escape
Did I pick the wrong week to go on holiday? I wonder about that. I had a wet Danish Thursday. Though we took refuge in old castles and boats.
By Chloe Gilholy5 months ago in Poets
When that which is wrought is from darkness And the spaces between the words spoken Are at times are less and few less and few
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
🌹🐈 I woke up this morning and declared, with the confidence of a Mischievous cat who just knocked over a priceless vase,
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
At some point the unsaid words outnumbered the spoken the way a photograph disappears when you zoom in too far. I notice them
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Poets
