Circling around Something flows Who knows where it goes? Such a fantastic show Much more we would like to know Smooth above
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
Things need to cease Before it gets too deep Or the pressure will increase Challenge your beliefs Not sure this if there is going to be a breach
Lovely weather some said But then again they probably never get out of bed Not sure how they are ever fed But during this time we are all in some way straining
Decided to go on a road trip Wasn't sure where yet But it really was a place we wanted to get Travelling along the way We decided not to stay
Don't Turn Around challenge - The Prompt: Write a poem about the feeling that something is behind you. You sense it before you see it. This challenge builds on anticipation and the fear of what stays just out of view. Author's note: Fiction.
By Denise E Lindquist5 months ago in Poets
Ill fitting jean shorts Monochromatic tshirt With a pocket on the breast Oh lord Shuffling around In off brand tennis shoes
By Aaron Morrison5 months ago in Poets
She wakes up alone and sings loudly because the song is there and so is she. That has to be enough especially on mornings when it isn't.
By Tina D. Lopez5 months ago in Poets
Why Are There Ghosts? If heaven waits beyond the sky, Why do shadows still appear? Why do whispers cross the dark, And stir the hearts that carry fear?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold The eyes look sad, the smile is cold, Though few would ever know, The battles fought in silence
I watched a group of birds through my front window today. They were very restless, hovering, flitting To the tree To the bush
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
My hand is trained in geting strong, not to reach for the surface but profound; How strange it is to love the bitter cup, To hold the loathsome thing and lift it up?!
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
My grandmother sits on the front porch, rocking slowly, her eyes flickering up to the ceiling, ~a dusty haint blue. Her hands are knotted yet smooth,
By Alys Revna5 months ago in Poets
