Just a little word Only three letters in all Not soon or later
By Margaret Minnicks7 months ago in Poets
We call him Harry His name is really Henry But his title is Prince
Avocado seed no longer. Now an infant child with arms reaching out.
By T.L. Amber7 months ago in Poets
In twelve seconds flat Traffic warden circles...slow I reach “Hell no” speed
By The Dani Writer7 months ago in Poets
gray hair, creaking bones illness that won't go away time is upon you
By Susan Payton7 months ago in Poets
wind with windmills chime grass and barley both agree drama queen, the sky
By Gerry Thibeault7 months ago in Poets
strange places I go when a Neanderthal path cross winds beneath us
what rushes in time unconditionally falls yellow maple leaves
black rain in Iran the presence of history tangible by touch
In the bitter cold, we gather. Collective, strong. Huzzah to the rain.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden7 months ago in Poets
when running, I run exploiting sagas come true a red winged black bird
Warm chick on my palm Dog nose fogs the incubator Peck, my finger again
By Teena Quinn 7 months ago in Poets
