Free Verse
The Mountain with a Cap
The pile emits very, very like a chaired mountain. Sits, the clothes with the glowing ring of... The chair, it shines over the mountain, the ice. The caps looks perfect. The importance dries my eyes after cries of "Right!" and "... did a good job!" The movie premiered and ended. The signal, what's playing next or who's playing next? Where or who's behind the mountain with the cap... Where am I when very, very accompanied?
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
OF WITCHES, WITCHCRAFT and FEAR
4/19/26 @1145A I read an article about the insanity of the Salem trials of witches and the fears of the townspeople with no proof but the word of a child or at the suggestion that something felt off or why were people getting sick. I realized the same ignorance of then still exists today, even with all the education available-we still hear ghosts and evil is afoot but now they are not witches but a new brand of those we find unacceptable and they are the reason for all the ills of America today.
By Victor Mendez7 months ago in Poets
Rasberry sand
The blue waves clash together creating a beautiful crash, with hints of saltwater moving with the wind, onto the sand. The strong pungent scent of summer - smell everyone knows, sunscreen. To help not burn your skin onto a crisp, like the color of raspberry ice cream the kids laying on the hot rocky sand enjoy
By Sweet&Sour_Margarita7 months ago in Poets
