I was at a memorial yesterday and one person was in bed sick he didn't like the heat and humidity. But that couldn't be his stick
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
The curtains unfurl, the stage is set. There I am, up there standing before an audience of one. *** The words I speak,
By Dean Traylorabout a month ago in Poets
Maybe Iβm not good at poetry Maybe the words were meant to write me instead All I know is that written tongues transform into ballads of agony and some of βlove confoundedβ when really itβs limerence.
By Nova Binxabout a month ago in Poets
Do you recall a guy named Guy? Caught before he could set the hated flames upon the king and the Parliament inside. ***
Thursdays could be November dressed in rust wrapped in gray and blurred by fog filled with echoes of long sighs death, not quite done
By Ellie Hoovsabout a month ago in Poets
i peeled back like a delicate flower layer by layer thought by thought touch by touch word by word afraid but unafraid
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
The world keeps spinning on its axis, And I wonder; Will we ever fall off? I woke up this morning, And my room was spinning,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Poets
Accessing the rally pointβ¦ itβs important that contextβ here we go. Would have chosen a longer fuseβ¦ Material proof of these new paths, a new
By Willem Indigoabout a month ago in Poets
He came to me one night in a dream With magical words I could never imagine Standing patiently through sunlight and rain Feeding them to me like some lyrical message
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
What is my heart's desire? my heart's desire is one whose heart's desire is You at the center his possessions mean nothing
"Phil! Phil, in the hole!" "Matt! Matt, by the door!" "Bob! Bob, to the front!" That last one has always been my favorite, probably 'cuz my father-in-law's name was Bob. That, and it's the easiest one to picture. Makes me giggle.
By Mack D. Amesabout a month ago in Poets
There is only one Who lives eternal Through the annals of history His name is legion Belonging to no one region Her name is legion
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Poets
