pretty leaves upon the trees out swaying in the wind paint a picture of a different life that once was lived calmer and more colorful, they swayed in years of old
By angela hepworth12 months ago in Poets
You reap what you sow But the reverse is true, too You sow what you've reaped For nothing is new * I think of old age In my reaping and sowing
By Kenny Minker12 months ago in Poets
Wonderous moon There are so many facets to your existence So much mystery to your function and purpose Known by so many names
By Antoni De'Leon12 months ago in Poets
Some hurts must be digested alone; some regrets can only be regarded with lightness; some pain can only be soothed in solitude.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
The stores swarm long before the season truly arrives. We’re filling our carts in September—apple cobbler Martha Stewart candles,
By Natasha Collazo12 months ago in Poets
My Friend, you have many names. Today, we call you Wolf Moon. Will you join me in a January howl echoing across the valley in the icy fog?
By Andrea Corwin 12 months ago in Poets
One day you will look up at me The next day you will down at me Don’t ask me I dare not to question God I was your age once
By Sender Jeannestal 12 months ago in Poets
Changing Times The morning changes softly now, the light moves calm across my room, the world shifts gently under me, and time breathes quiet at my side.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Whispering You Love Me Your voice fell soft upon my skin, a warmth that moved through every thought, and when you whispered that you cared,
Don’t Be Sorry Be You Do not shrink down to fit their hands, do not apologise for breath, you were not made to dim your light,
dear halo of hers, did she let her hair down tonight? is her duvet still grey? do her eyebrows still tell on her? i guess what i'm trying to say to you is that you see her in ways i don't anymore. you hover above her city the way you do mine, with pale indifference. you are the impartial witness to how her name still quivers in my mouth.
By D12 months ago in Poets
To My One True Satellite – I placed night-blooming jasmines atop my coffee table last night in hopes that their sweet scent would swiftly sway upward
By Jose Antonio Soto12 months ago in Poets
