Echoes of Childhood Golden days of endless play, Laughter bright as skies so gay. Rolling wheels on dusty ground, Joyful echoes all around.
By PRABAL TR PRO2 years ago in Poets
Come, come, my angel, O star that speaks with a golden voice, The completion of this false life, O flower-like maiden, come!
By Lily💜 2 years ago in Poets
Behold the Iris, standing tall and proud Her head and shoulders swaying above the crowd Surrounded by a sea of blooms, heads all bowed.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
With the passage of time and circumstance, I have become an immigrant— now living in El Dorado California, far away from
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I feel rich. It’s not the materialistic With these writing platforms where I can share decades of experience, thoughts, knowledge
Have you savored the joy Of watering the thirsty plants After a hot summer day? As you sprinkle the water The way vanilla smell emanates
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A cup of tea is a feel-good potion. It breaks the ice, it shows acceptance, a symbol of hospitality. It perks up moods,
I had seen orioles a few times before, but never imagined they would show me such memorable spectacles. One spring day,
They still share the stories that you shared They still use your jokes to make others laugh They still remember your advice
By Ann ☕️2 years ago in Poets
The clock tower coughs another hour down, And shadows lengthen,mimicking my frown. The world, a canvas splashed with hurried hues,
By Xavier2 years ago in Poets
