The Happy Clown He wakes before the big top hums, with baggy pants and polished thumbs a whistle bright between his teeth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Circus Clowns Put the Show The circus clowns put the show, painted smiles where none would grow, patched-up boots and baggy knees,
On this primavera mañana My little niña hija Sits in the backyard jardín Under the azul cielo Playing with her oso de peluche
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
In velvet hush, beneath a beam of light, A glass-topped case displays the earth’s pure might. Not loud with voice, nor moving limb or breath,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I am the mug on the drying rack clean, dry, still warm from the rinse. Not abandoned just resting. Ready to be needed.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the soil, where silence sleeps, Where darkness cradles roots in heaps, A secret pulses, hushed and deep— The seed begins its sacred leap.
Top Story Haiku You want top story I think your in the right place If the haiku fits
Life, to me, is experience— the good and the bad, the joy and the heartbreak, the moments that lift me up and the ones that leave me undone.
By Akîabout a year ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
The holidays are special and sacred times, But not all celebrations are momentous and rare; A ritual as simple as afternoon tea can help us to appreciate the miracles of everyday.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
