A Memory, a Hundred Echoes I would start, I think, with a door. An old door, of solid wood, smudged by time and the touch of a thousand hurried hands.
By alin butucabout a year ago in Poets
You were a smile when I needed it most A laugh I didn't need to fake Entertainment that interested me I had to know you We stayed long enough for me to try to forget you
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Leaves whispered to me in golden tones, that beauty isn’t meant to last forever. They fell, not in despair, but in a gentle surrender to the wind.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
“Never mind how small or big you are, you are created to make a difference in this world” We do matter! Big, small, fat, thin,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Always be thankful for everything you have” We live in a fast-paced and materialistic world and it is so easy to forget to say “Thankyou”.
“Life only comes around once, so do whatever makes you happy, and be with whoever makes you smile” Life is a constant journey
The Key That Fit My Door The key that fit my door was never meant to open me only to warn to remind to frighten He turned it
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Morning Came Too Soon Morning came too soon a stolen night of love soft words caught in the dark touches that burned and healed
"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea. We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Run out of time and into the negative space between moments. The trees seem to vibrate into our past, as if effects create causes.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
Legacy. It is a word that I think about often. What is it? How does One Create One? Why is it that We Seem to be Obsessed with the Idea?
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
The Cat Shat in My Shoe The cat shat in my shoe not the corner not the litter tray not the garden like cats are meant to do
