Warm sand in between your toes, Feeling the hot sun beam down on your body. Building sandcastles, waves coming up onto the shore,
By Jen Phillips8 months ago in Poets
From the beginning, the body forms, and curiosity builds. Among the stars, whether in mother's arms, a cribs bars, small bed,
By Michael Owczarek8 months ago in Poets
There is a space between what you say and what you truly mean __ Live there for a while __ Let the noise fall away like coats shrugged off
By Aarsh Malik8 months ago in Poets
When the engines begin roaring and your stomach climbs into your throat, do not argue with the sky or your body. Ask for a hand.
By Lana V Lynx8 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my ninety-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. There was also a suggestion from my Muse and my daughter Juliet, who both love spring and snowdrops.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
I used to think that growing up meant loss, compromise, and merely moving forward. It wasn't until these past few years that I slowly realized that with every passing year, I am becoming someone closer to "myself."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
Chocolate explodes. Delighting body and soul - Simple joy unfolds.
By S. A. Crawford8 months ago in Poets
It starts with love. . 🌹🌹Manifestion Mantra of the Golden Flower of Inner Alchemy, Neidan 內丹術🌹🌹 being. . . left for dead in a dark alley. . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne8 months ago in Poets
Spent many awakening hours deprived, fearing restless shadows rummaging through agony and darkness. Sat up last night anticipating a mindless disparity that was never indefinite until dawn.
By Valerie Lyles8 months ago in Poets
A good day is done. The sunrise turns to drizzle, warding off bad things.
By Sun Bee8 months ago in Poets
The Tree Man Is there really a man who lives in a tree, Watching, maybe looking at you and me? Is it all just made up in my head,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
“The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.” ― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist . . . . . Power Prayer: SMILE
