Disappearing can be easy in a pandemic. Who would have thought it could be? First, wear a mask everywhere you go, the work is important, next - pack up and see
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
“Do you ever think love is selfish?” Oliver's inquiry hung in the quiet of the park, where the leaves of autumn covered the ground. Claire sat next to him on the bench, knees up.
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
YOU spent your life wondering, 'WHAT they would think?' And THEY become nobody—Nobody in a blink! THEY don't care what you do, no worries, no clue
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Returning to my bed, on a quiet December night, I passed by the Christmas tree; Lit and adorned with baubles of various designs.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
There's a beauty to be had in aging Shimmering strands of grey twinkle in the light as I dance in my kitchen as my old dog looks on
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
the cost of survival can leave you in the red they don't tell you that growing up or maybe they do and it was just me who didn't know
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
In my childhood home, not knowing was a risk. Don't know what tone of voice to use? Risk being punished for being rude.
On Carman San Diego's trip from Ireland, she stopped in Wales. Let's see what she thinks. Welsh speaking individuals maybe a little Gaelic at times if she remembers well
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Carman San Diego has decided to go on to Ireland and here is what she thought of the country. Irish speaking characters that seem to
The sky once whispered dreams to me, A thousand lights in endless sea. They told of hope, of love, of time, Of melodies both soft and prime.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Is it hard for me to express, Do I think I am showing more when I show less? Am I chasing the ones I love away, or how I think about love is not the way?
By Khanya Ndabangayeabout a year ago in Poets
In that sacred space between the conscious and the subconscious where our thoughts and emotions lay unsorted you are
