I often wonder, how many thoughts are left in the sky when we’re gone.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Gold rays sustain worlds Beam bright ‘cross the universe Sovereign life-source
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
Sunsets look different when you view them through the eyes of limited time.
Five hundred published But the numbers mean nothing Without you, reader!
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
a hundred legs and still lost, until I grew wings then I saw it all.
Tiny, brave settlers Set sail on a July breeze Aloft to new lands
The rigid planes climb skyward. Meanwhile, the silent birds float by, dip, rise.
By Ava Mack2 years ago in Poets
Once in a blue moon… A superficial belief… Is it really true?
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
Waxing and waning Weaver of tides and seasons Watcher of the night
By Josh Ripperger2 years ago in Poets
Everyone knows what it's like to have too much on the mind. Focusing on what one should becomes difficult, and making decisions is a nightmare.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
A rabbit peek-a- boos with sky, then nibbles blush, sunset cloud clovers * -Gina C. 🧚🏻♀️✨
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Base eyes in the sky, An honest alert ally, Helper on standby.
By Merritt Xavier2 years ago in Poets
