A cacophony of reflected colors bounce off the slick exterior of the skis, the rope between man and boat soaked with refreshed droplets from failed starts.
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets
Part One Part Two *** too many whims are lingering to where the ocean is more passing thoughts than water * love has always been the truth
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
The Good Spell for Love I filled the bag with quiet care leaf and stone and open air no hearts to break, no threads to tie
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A light that glows leading you to me shining a path bringing you closer to brighter days. * A superior glow enlightening your power
By Jack Rayabout a year ago in Poets
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry,” Ali MacGraw says to Ryan O’Neal in the 1970 movie Love Story. In the final scene, O’Neal repeats the line. It’s good cinema.
By Rayyan Joseph about a year ago in Poets
I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, if my clothes will fit the way I want, or hopelessly cling. I look at the time: For a few more minutes, I'm free
If life were a lazy summer picnic What would be your dish to bring? When you, and I, and all of our friends Pile into Janie's rusty old T-bird,
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
On a balmy night in the middle of a familiar garden The full moon sits like a shutter ready to capture Us- a little boy and a little girl
By Michele Nampalliabout a year ago in Poets
Satisfaction of a good week's work attractions of fun and whimsy together so that we understand what the weekend really is about
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
The Apartment After You Left The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not just the absence of your voice — but the way the air itself refused to move. As if even the walls were holding their breath, unsure of what came next.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Part One * there are times we sit by the water watching the tide roll out and take away our voices and yet much is said
we are soulmates (of the platonic kind) --eyes meeting across rooms and my heart flutters (in relief) my head whips back in laughter
