We love to sing, while visiting a song service clothed in our best, we got shopping at strong service The singing, the treats of crackers, tea, and candy didn't matter if it was fighting wrong service
By Denise E Lindquist24 days ago in Poets
P ictures of mass destruction, O rbiting my crushed skull. S creaming images of a violent past, T oo realistic to ignore,
By Simon Aylward24 days ago in Poets
Is it selfish to mourn one's own death, to pity that final breath, last whiff of earthly scents sublime? Oh! last fateful kiss, to miss bless'd warmth of the embrace, the touch of cheek to cheek, face to face?
By Raymond G Taylor24 days ago in Poets
Left out in the cold With no mask to hide behind No armor, no protection No way to save myself From the vicious accusations
By Tiffany "Jayd" Galeski24 days ago in Poets
Perched serenely atop lofty gumtrees Magpies softly warble a melody “Welcome... this is our birthplace, October!” * Jasmine's pink buds unfurl into white stars
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶24 days ago in Poets
I think I've figured out why you're such a fan of stories about missed connections. Almosts, could haves. The way you romanticize the almost-touch, the almost-said, the train that leaves just before someone decides they're brave enough to run–
By E.S.Flint 24 days ago in Poets
The Poetic Athlete My thoughts are heavy for my body, And that's why my physical tasks are shoddy, But give me a poem and give me a pen,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
A Jungle in My Mind There's a jungle growing inside of my head, Where flowers remember the words that you said, The trees have got faces, the rivers have eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets
Halloween Approaches Halloween approaches, the dead are awake, There's something been stirring beneath the old lake, The trees have been whispering terrible things,
I have a strong intuition, and I have seen many other women, with strong instincts, hunches, sixth sense too. I wanted to know the cause.
By Seema Patel25 days ago in Poets
I can't tell anymore if I'm Falling up Or Falling down All I know, is that I'm falling. . Slipping in the direction of
By Silver Daux25 days ago in Poets
The door of October Opens with pumpkins, Shining round and perfect In their orange glory. With chrysanthemums in yellow and red and white,
By Laura DePace25 days ago in Poets
