yearning to touch you my fingertips draw you in lesson one, sketching
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
It is a fine line Between real and make believe Which side do you stand
Should slumber take me While I am peacefully lost dreams live forever
Revenge heals nothing Those who seek it make their wounds Their guides and masters
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Poets
where will your heart lie if I get distant? will it sink and flush? burn and wallow?
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"3 years ago in Poets
Golden light cascades, Bathing the meadow, In hues of gold, A scene so serene, A view so vivid, Nature's Masterpiece. Early morning, the quiet streets, the silence accompanies me as I walk around with no destination in mind.
By Staringale3 years ago in Poets
Office attire, Stuck in a chair, pretending to work.. Yearning for my couch..
By Yasemin Yiğit Kuru3 years ago in Poets
The moon softly glows, Peace whispers in the night air, Watchful protector rests.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
A new term begins Will it differ from others? History harms hope
unfettered feet glide one thin cord between us, I tether earth to sky __________ Copyright © 05/01/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
crazy eyes sink in Clouds of dust that create stars Crying all alone.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
