Gratitude

Evening's Elegy
The wet canvas where no paint dries descends its gray veil that thickens with the slipping sun Purple and gray drip down over persimmon and gold
By John R. Godwin5 months ago in Poets
when i was young
when i was young, the goodbye was all too familiar, the separation nearly always the same; but in time, the knowing came, too. that
By kp5 months ago in Poets
Violet Green Elegy
Arrival: Violet Green swallows swoop over the houses and trees, crisscrossing the sky for insects. The white band on their rump
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Nick Drake: Gone Too Soon
Introduction: Someone shared an image of "Pink Moon" on Facebook, and the loss of Nick Drake is a true "After It's Gone" situation.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
𝕒 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰
i could never repay you for all you've done for me And you did it anyway And you would do it anyway No matter what i remember all you've told me
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
I Fit In The Bathtub!. Content Warning.
🛁🛁🛁 While it might not be much, I'm proud to say, I fit in the bathtub today! It was smaller than a normal one, Seeing it almost made me come undone,
By Rain Dayze5 months ago in Poets
Magical Swan Ballet
Introduction This was Inspired By “Swan Lake” An Illustration by Alison Jay which has been shared on Facebook by the wonderful Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Elegy for a 2003 Saab 9-3
How to recount all the roads we've been down, all the things we've done and seen? How many times have I cried inside you, have I
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Poets
When The Fat Lady Sings
When The Fat Lady Sings There comes a moment when the ending can no longer hide, A final note hanging heavy in the air, Everything leading to this point without pause,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Even…
even Love Chooses Inamorato . ❤️‍🔥 . Chosen one. Elected. Selected. . Preferred attributes adorned Prepossessed
By Diana5 months ago in Poets
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, I will always be your little girl. I'm sure it's hard to believe that I'm the same girl that scraped her knees and climbed trees. I bet you forget I'm the same girl that held your hand, the same girl that loved the beach but didn't like the sand.
By Leigh Hooper5 months ago in Poets
No Planet Like Earth
There might be many planets in the space But there's one special place That's right in my heart There might be similar one miles apart
By Domi5 months ago in Poets