Golden light spills through the trees, bright and bold, A soft whisper of leaves rustles in the evening air, Cool grass beneath my feet, damp from the morning rain,
By Tanveer Ahmad 2 years ago in Poets
Smells of sensual sensationalism surrounding my nose Tingling tastes of your embrace as my lips lock with yours Hearing the hum and pitter patter as your heart beats faster
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the garden where our laughter grows, Among the blooms, where the soft wind blows, Your smile, a sunbeam that lights my way,
By Nazmul Hossain2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hush of twilight's glow, Where shadows dance and secrets flow, The moonlight spills on silver streams, Awakening the night with dreams.
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
Beware! Never stroke treacherous Stinging Tree’s hairy heart-shaped leaf! Crisp mountain air mingles with wafting subtle scents of pungent leaf litter
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
There’s the scratch of a record as you’re awakened by Bing Crosby crooning about the holiday. The aroma of cocoa made of melted chocolate & rich cream floats in the air as it simmers in a silver pot in the stove.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
The sun’s warm embrace caresses my shoulders, its light, a golden balm as I sit by the sea lost in thoughts of you, so far away
By Lilly2 years ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
I see the land where the ocean sings where the palm trees sway and sunlight clings. I see myself in Hawaii's embrace, a soft, tranquil sandy beach, a cherished place.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
