I embrace the ruffle of my heart's wings beneath the hard bone of my chest, I smell the fresh air, like electricity unbottled, as the wind wafts signatures of rose and lavender, baby's breath and lilac from distant pastures to my lungs.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
Got to love the convenient store chains, I know that I do, As the fly slurps water from a leaf, Use to be that the stores were cool enough to call them a store,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Help The NHS Haiku Our NHS need cash They need nurses and doctors They need help from high Come on the uk government invest in saving lives
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Help Our NHS In the hospitals, where hope flickers dim, Tired hands work, stretched so thin. Through endless shifts, they forge ahead,
A Wish Upon a Shooting Star I wished for love upon a star, Lighting the sky, shining from afar. In the quiet night, my heart took flight,
Your life is where you spend your time. No matter what you do, you must try your best to do it well. In the process of working hard, you will definitely learn something, and over time, your life will undergo qualitative changes.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Thank You Thank you for following, For your likes and your comments. Sometimes the notifications come in fast— Today, so many, what a surprise!
a love as innocent as love can be a love that soothes the soul although times are tough people can berate people can hurt
By Sam2 years ago in Poets
Let joy fall into your life And it will move the gray clouds away Even though the storm it will still be there Right inside of you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
The other day I watched a movie about Araminta Ross. Otherwise known as, Harriet Tubman. A woman who is a pillar in black history, a staple in the black women’s story, honestly she was a boss.
By Gem2 years ago in Poets
Gratitude is the root of joy Good health makes it steam grow Peace is the best environment for it to sustain Love makes its flower bud
You couldn't see what I did see I was with that plant and you were standing on that tree I saw it withered, dull, and almost decaying in the dirt
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
