The flowers whispered secrets of a place where September always seems to escape to have a siesta or a snooze...they were never sure why...
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Poets
I remember how it felt, the day my back went out. I was in the shower at Krista’s in Maryland, before her wedding. I placed my right foot on the edge of the tub, leaned forward,
By Harper Lewis about a month ago in Poets
There’s a chill in the air ☕ Raising the hairs on my arms ☕ In goosebumps, bringing about a shiver ☕ My hands grasp and hold warmth
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
THE QUILL A crow knocked on my window, And left one feather there, It was as black as midnight, And proud beyond compare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Ink Ink sat inside a bottle, As quiet as a lie, Until the clock struck midnight, And darkness opened one eye. It squeezed beneath the silver lid, On forty little feet, Then dipped itself inside my thoughts, And wrote them on the sheet.
Seeking October access? Admittance allowed only if you like any or all of the following: Cool, crisp jacket weather Spiciness - cinnamon and nutmeg in particular
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Poets
THE POET The poet lived inside a room, Where daylight never stayed, She wrote herself a lover, From words the darkness made.
POETRY Poetry moved in on Sunday, Without a bag or key, It climbed inside the cupboard, And ate my bread for tea. It slept beneath my pillow, And snored in perfect rhyme, Then stole the hands from off my clock, To give itself more time.
I used to have a life I used to draw Smiley face emoji's for my wife's poems I used to do gardening for exotic plants But All That Changed on June 21, 2026
By Gregory Paytonabout a month ago in Poets
On and off relationship If anything, ours is what people call a situationship I could lie to myself and say I am mad at you
By Harydo Neonabout a month ago in Poets
The island is named after my favourite band Yet none of the members are on there yet. I need to make the miis for them at some point. I have miis of the original sugababes, my friends, And a few of my fav fictional characters
By Chloe Gilholyabout a month ago in Poets
My friends Merry Mary, can be quite contrary We love laughing together with Sherry Oops, we don't drink anymore It has been 46 years, and more years for her. She is a bit wary
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
