Rainbows, sun and rain, There is no pot of gold but Seven colors bright.
By Calvin London2 years ago in Poets
Wisp of ashen plume Promise ferried by the breeze Extinguished, alive
By J2 years ago in Poets
Mistful and wistful She waits for it to return It does, still beating.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The space between us Only cries for clarity Of celestial skies
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
Felt before it's seen... 'You should get some fresh air, man...!' Not if I see...that... Laugh or cry... * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Super or harvest With a power all its own Magnetic magic
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
A kind word can change The atmosphere of a room So can a big fart.
i pray to the ground more than look upwards these days, return me safely
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Colors may only shine Of a panorama glow When free to exist
Cast away the pain A new horizon may heal If wounded souls, ask
the sky once knew you crawling on Earth's vast belly before Atlas fell
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
In the sky above Privileged see just the clouds We see our loved ones.
By Martyna Dearing2 years ago in Poets
