Gratitude

DEATH CAME KNOCKING AT MIDNIGHT
DEATH CAME KNOCKING AT MIDNIGHT Death came knocking at midnight, With moonlight in his hair, He stood beneath my porchlight, As though he belonged there.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
I SEEN THE MOON IN A JAM JAR
I SEEN THE MOON IN A JAM JAR I seen the moon in a jam jar, Upon an old market stall, It wasn’t very big that night, It wasn’t round at all.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
WRITE YOUR OWN STORY They handed me a book one day, And told me what to think and say, The pages all were neatly planned, The ending written by their hand.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
IT’S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY
IT’S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY I painted on my smile today, So no one knew I’d lost my way, I laughed at things I didn’t hear, And swallowed back another tear.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
GOING NO PLACE FAST
GOING NO PLACE FAST I caught a bus at half-past three, It had no driver I could see, Wheels were square, windows laughed, Yet still it travelled very fast.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Where the Heart Goes
Good Cat said it best. The Wind speaks to all. He sang, I write. Find your truth.
By Ophelia Keane Braedenabout a month ago in Poets
midnight musings
staring at the moon so intently it doubles vision wanders with thought the others staring at the moon this witching hour brings the ponderers do they also exclaim I am a facet of the all I am a separate piece of a whole so I can know of self and others to feel less alone staring at the moon because knowing I am the observer of the moon and also the moon is far too great a loneliness to bear are we all asking why am I here or are others more assured than I the isolation of ego could kill
By Lolly Vieiraabout a month ago in Poets
Waiting For Autumn
I'd like to see colourful leaves on the ground, Feel the morning chill in the air, Smell warm tomato soup cooking in a pot,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Poets
It Never Fails
I. Smog covers L.A. like some kid went crazy with Rust-O-lium spray. II. Tallest tower seen, glass panel glitters in rays of red, gold and green.
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
WHAT COLOUR IS THE WIND
WHAT COLOUR IS THE WIND What colour is the wind, That brushes past my face? Does it borrow shades of blue, From every distant place?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
WHEN COLOURS DREAM
WHEN COLOURS DREAM I wandered through a dream, Where nothing stayed as seen, The colours changed their place, And danced without a face.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
A GATHERING OF ANGELS
A GATHERING OF ANGELS Neuro Art by Marie381Uk They gathered without a sound, Where coloured wings were found, No trumpets called their name, Yet still the angels came.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets