“The way we choose to see the world creates the world we see” ‘Love is in the eye of the beholder’. How we choose to see the world
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
“No matter what yesterday was like, birds always start the new day with a song” This is Lovely to Think about and so True.
My love, you’re like my morning brew, Strong and bold, yet sweetness too. A sip of you, my heart takes flight, Like caffeine hits—pure love, delight!
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
The Seven Year Itch They say it creeps in soft and slow, A silent crack, a hidden glow. The days grow long, the nights feel thin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Just friends but I want more Always the friend, a steady hand, A quiet voice that understands. A smiling face, a listening ear,
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Weird Or What Who said I am weird? Look at yourself Counting shadows like secrets, Chasing thoughts you never tell. I wear my colors loud,
You like it when I flirt, You smile when you see me, You laugh when I speak, You fight for me. You don’t mind when I touch,
By Manthan2 years ago in Poets
The New Mobility Scooter I rode my horse down Market Street, With wheels instead of clumsy feet, No neigh or sound to break the peace,
The one who cares for his soul will sacrifice everything and take time to spend in hours. The one who takes care will encourage, motivate, and support his soul.
By Shri Nivas2 years ago in Poets
No love letters.No big Romance She waited for his letters, still and quiet, Nights passed like shadows on the wall. She told herself he’d write tomorrow,
Love Letter Never Sent He wrote them in the quiet hours, Ink smudged by a shaking hand, Words of love he never sent, Dreams too heavy to withstand.
