There once was a roll of bubble wrap, Whose pops made me giggle and clap. With each little burst, My worries dispersed, In a soothing, delightful mishap!
By Sibgha2 years ago in Poets
they say in psychology it’s a disorder, an illness this realisation found in stillness, the awakening from the physical the knowing
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
My heart is black and dust Nothing of it remains now Beyond hope and saving Leave it there, leave it In pools of tears and pain
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Twirling in a field of flowers, Chasing dreams for hours and hours. Singing songs of love and light, Embracing every moment, bright.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Time whispers softly, like a breeze through trees, It molds our lives with effortless ease. From the cradle of childhood, tender and small,
The sun is just breaking, Rosily blushing over the mountains. The modern rooster calls From its black mirrored pond Hustle bustle
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
You are amazing, but giving your self away to to make them happy. + Unconditional is what he is offering, for your own happy.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Moonshine moonraying moonbeams Reflect on cosmic surfaces Sunrays sunbeaming sunshines Transmit through the distances Earthbeams earthshining earthrays
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Poets
Clap Clap goes my hands to the rhythm of the beat. Stretched high, my hips roll tension in my hips increase. Short of breath, sweat it forms, hair clinging to my cheek.
By Samantha Madera2 years ago in Poets
Choke the life out of me-but I already feel dead…At least one part of me is easy.If I’m really just your piece of meat, can you at least make me feel like a delectable treat?
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
November 1: championship or bust, The Texas Rangers were on a mission. Winning it all was a huge must, Giving up was never part of their vision.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard 2 years ago in Poets
Borderline masterpiece, it's all it will ever be If only I could ever let a piece just be without worrying and fretting about minor details
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
