Just Water, and a Place to Hide Tadpoles stir in the puddled shade, slipping through weed like a whisper made, black commas wriggling, bold and small,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Be who you were meant to be Because she is perfect to me There's nothing more I need Than this moment and for you to see
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Poets
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Twin Showers on the 29th of July 2025 The night of July twenty-nine begins the show no noise, no fuss, just sky on fire two showers cross the dark
There’s never been a time quite like this Windows down, wind blowing through her golden hair and the sun draped over her like the warmest hug
By Zoe Antinoriabout a year ago in Poets
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
You’ll notice many things that grow When you go into the forest: Wild rose and yarrow, Pine and grasses of the high plains,
By Bex Jordanabout a year ago in Poets
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
I am a philocalist, find beauty everywhere. This flower patch, colorful and vibrant, was by the roadside, near our apartment.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
