Introduction This is a terzanelle for my beautiful, inspirational Muse. The music is "Hymn To The Sea (Rose's Theme) by Amy Wallace
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
You burn my soul, Just like a wild flame, You bring out my spirit, Free and untamed, My heart is wild and black, You're the positive poison,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
His Cross, My Quiet He climbed the hill beneath the bruised sky, each step an echo of love. The crowd watched, torn between hate and awe,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When God was running low on souls, He must’ve split one down the middle — gave you the spark, gave me the flame, and whispered, “Go find each other someday.”
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
graduated from judgement and its consequences reflections of pagan paradise alleged with eminent religion allotted for life and death subjugated
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
“Always remember, you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” When facing a challenge,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.” Every dream is special because every person who dreams is special. And all it takes
“The life in front of you is far more important than the life behind you.” Our journey in life can be either happy and beautiful,
Introduction This is my seventieth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You Do Not Know What You Ask... You Do Not Know What It Costs... Especially When... You are Not Ready. This is perhaps One of the Greatest Challenges in Today's World.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Moon, Sometimes I fear there is no intelligent life here. I used to think there were others with whom I could relate, but,
By Heather Scottabout a year ago in Poets
