The scent of tobacco and salt, sun-kissed skin, sawdust steeped in amber resin. Sticky, steaming. He never quits on what he loves—
By Imola Tóth8 months ago in Poets
The tree is a woody perennial plant. Its scientific name is Prunus serrulata. In late March, the ambient temperature rises.
By Takashi Nagaya8 months ago in Poets
Baa baa black sheep How are you so cool? You’ve been sheared up Teared up, beaten down and used Maybe everyone else is just confused
By Raine Fielder8 months ago in Poets
It is never too late But not sure on the fate At present things weren't so great Everyone just takes Need to make a break
By Christopher Beard8 months ago in Poets
If you knew when it wouldn't be then Maybe that is the time that you waited for someone to send No need to pretend It is not yet the end
Am I Losing My Mind Over You? Am I losing my mind over you or is this just the way it goes when someone breaks in quietly
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours No beds for dreaming. No time to heal. Just cold white walls and iron feel.
The Anxious Mind It doesn’t shout it taps a finger to the glass checks the locks again asks the same old question what if
Introduction I think this is a brilliant postcard design and inspired these words. It's not a poem, just a few lines of words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
I'm a contradiction my laughter followed by a sigh dress in black like it's armor protection against light write verse for bruised hearts
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
Through the velvet stretch of night, the moon hangs, a luminous orb, casting its glow upon dreams, inviting us to seek the man within.
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
In summer, the saddest thing I have found, is one who, in taking wing for the first time, has fallen into deep water for too long,
By Natalie Wilkinson8 months ago in Poets
