Many years back, I had got the opportunity, to travel, to experience this natural place. My fellow travelers were interested in wearing
By Seema Patel11 months ago in Poets
Memories of my life go back decades Some are pleasant, some are incredibly sad Some are tragic, and some are defining Some rave of triumphs, some reek of losses
By Susan Payton11 months ago in Poets
Walking through cobbled streets no aims, no goals Wonderful aimlessness. - Stopped cold an inviting presence a rumble to remind.
By Alexander Stoddart11 months ago in Poets
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
The day is long, but longer is the night Because you wake me up so often, my sleep is oh so light. Then all day long you need my constant care,
By Sherie Ramos11 months ago in Poets
I regret not speaking to you when I had the chance My mind returns to you though you’re no longer near I long for the days when our voices could still embrace
By José Juan Gutierrez 11 months ago in Poets
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I used to answer everything immediately, like my worth was measured in response time. Even my laugh felt scheduled. ~~ I kept a mental checkout line
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Sky Path I walk this path above the clouds, where silence moves like hidden breath. The stones hang loose, the air so thin,
Full Moon Fever “Lorik Sancti Sy, The Holy Flame of Freedom” Artguru Full moon fever got me going, got me singing, got me glowing.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow swirling through the air! Snow on trees! Snow on streets! Snow on rooftops high! Snow in heaps! Snow in drifts! Snow piled to the sky!
By Solomon Walker11 months ago in Poets
Before you try to drive the thing, be a passenger. 🚉 Sit with your forehead on the cool glass, let other people’s sentences
By Patrick Gadoury11 months ago in Poets
