Mum’s One Eyed Disaster My mum’s in love with one eyed jack next door A dirty creep with a face flatter than a door He grins at her like he owns the street
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Horse And Me Jumping over hurdles my horse and me the field is wide the air is free each leap we take is trust and flight
Jumping Over the Moon and Stars Jumping over the moon and stars your loving me is all I need the night is soft the sky is wide
Hold My Hand Dear Lord Hold my hand Lord I want to be your daughter a child you can trust when the storms roll near I do not ask for riches or crowns
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones you hide behind your clever tones you smile at faces play your part
He hates when I write about him It infringes on his privacy But I can’t help it if he’s my muse Or if our conversation inspires me
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
TITLE: CONVERSATIONS WITH THE HOUSEPLANT WRITTEN BY: LEGANCY WORDS I brought you home from the grocery store, A bit of green for my kitchen floor. A splash of life,a quiet friend, On whom my silent thoughts depend.
By LegacyWordsabout a year ago in Poets
Challenge: Write a poem that takes place mid-thought, mid-walk, or mid-sentence. Water ceremony on Sunday Why not on Monday
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Where are the nice men ? Where did all the nice men go The ones who smiled without schemes Who listened and laughed with ease
Rain Between Us Rain has a strange way of making hearts speak what words often cannot. It drizzles, it pours, and sometimes, it falls like fate—bringing people together in ways they never expected. For me, the rain came one evening like a messenger of memories, of longing, and of love I had never dared to confess.
By Ihtisham about a year ago in Poets
Last month I wrote a story about my experience with dating sites: Finding a new partner seems to be worse than 'Mission Impossible.'
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do Because I’m not me without you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
