First Taste Can you believe it? Thirty-four years before I held someone’s hand. I thought I might share my first kiss with him.
By Chelsea DeVries8 months ago in Poets
She Never Found Her Way Home She left with a small case, and a restless bright heart, The train pulled away from the quiet green lane.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
In the heart of India, where the rivers flow, The monsoon whispers secrets, soft and low. Clouds gather like a choir, dark and grand,
The Deepest Love, Still Singing I heard your voice inside a quiet song, Soft as breath upon the evening air. It moved through rooms of memory and time,
Tiny sparrow sings on the newborn breeze of spring prayer in soft wings
By Forest Green8 months ago in Poets
“Eight,” I announce when Heidi asks, “What’s today’s number?” Everyone else is confused. But I know she means the digit
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
Us waxing poets Like blunt knives against hydras A pyrrhic bulwark ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
The sun spills over the hills like a broken jar of honey, staining the world in a bright, sudden glow. The heavy sleep of the land is over.
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
Today is the day Alexander Graham Bell made the first phone call. The phone has become more than a communication tool; it is the holder of essence.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Poets
Take My Hand Take my hand, if only for a while, Don’t say a word, just let me see your smile. In heaven you’re out of reach and sight,
Why do we work? It's a requirement for survival, But lately a systematic design. Designed for the perks, The benefits and retirement enthrall,
By Delphi8 months ago in Poets
First light on the breeze tiny sparrow hums my calm spring sighs in my chest
