How do you live a life without regret? Is there a secret to avoiding him? A route to take to miss making his acquaintance? A way to hide? A charm to ward against? A potion to take? Can you be inoculated against Regret? Or is he quintessential to learning? Regret? Is he programed into the system? Coded into the very fabric of everyone's life. A certain mile marker you pass on the winding rode of life. A key item you need to complete the level.
By Ainsel2 years ago in Poets
ONE Painted for Hindus Festival, firecrackers blast elephants' forced march TWO Kerala temples religious ceremonies shackled elephants
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
When the quest for tranquility eludes And the trip to peacefulness is wrecked Then it is time to take a deep calming breath
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Reams of reels and realms Feeling flashes and flakes Flashing, reeling from the inside out Peels of pulses and peals Sensing saunters and centres
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Poets
It’s strange, isn’t it, how they’ll worry so, When a woman finds her solo glow— Living alone, traveling far and wide, Claiming joy with no one by her side.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Life sucks, it’s a messy game, Full of struggles, loss, and blame. But in the chaos, here I stand, Not typing pleas to a grown man.
Twinkle little star💫 How I wonder what you are Can’t wait to find out! ✨⭐️
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I look up to the sky Wondering what should I do What is a man to do When God remains silent But the Devil Always ANSWERS
By Hazrael2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes surrender requires great courage and trust, Your freedom awaits.
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You look so peaceful sleeping there. Lost in slumber’s quiet embrace, your busy mind at rest. Are you dreaming, anticipating simple
The Geminids are flying fast away Yet every time a little stay The amazing tale of burning rock Will descend to Earth, an angel’s frock
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
