Misty Morning Meadow Morning bends soft across the field, Sunlight threading through the gentle mist. Dew clings to every blade of grass,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Can the old man Get a case of water bottles? God damn. God damn. He can’t control that faucet in the sky. Sitting on a can in the street,
By Ann Crafter8 months ago in Poets
**** I have come to the realization that hesitation serves me like a switchblade to the jugular proving to be fantastically skilled at creating beautifully poetic censorship
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Afternoon Stream Water ripples over smooth, mossed stones, Sunlight falling gold across its path. Green leaves lean low to touch the surface,
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child sometimes it's beautiful
By Lolly Vieira8 months ago in Poets
One more day The tooth of time bites me but Damn I bite back . What do I need time for when the world is fighting wait until I strike back
By Henrik Hageland8 months ago in Poets
They say the odds are thinning— like my hair in the shower drain. I count myself among the improbable. Decent posture.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
…the chime of little bells tinkling twinkling blinkling ding-dingyling luxurious carpet prostrated in simplicity of modesty…
By Diana8 months ago in Poets
What you studied, how much you earn, where you work, does not matter to your body. What matters is, whether you lived a life
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
a little mermaid on my quiet walking path mindfulness gives gifts Note: I practice mindfulness on my walks, and it gives me gifts. So, I was pleasantly surprised to finds a little mermaid for our treasure box.
I float, but don't fly Can’t get that high Slowly I rise Carried by the wind Created by breath Reflecting the creator When the breath leave I gain wings
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
