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Mistress Macramé
My friend Cherri has been producing and sharing some wonderful pieces of Macramé, I said I would write a poem for her, so this is it.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSmitten
Toby raced across the beach towards the water. Warm sand caressed his toes as he prayed he wasn’t too late. He headed for the swell of the shallow waves as they crashed and glided their way closer to shore. He heard his parents call his name in the distance, warning him not to go far as he searched through the faces baking in the summer sun.
Sian N. CluttonPublished 8 months ago in FictionA serenade called "Eternal Love's Serenade"
Two hearts connected in a candy embody as the dusk unfold its smooth, murmured grace. Love's symphony in each other's eyes underneath the starry, velvet heavens.
Mukesh HubPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCheers
Cheers! Black or white, brown or butter, rainbow of gold It’s always good but better when cold. It lightens your heart and makes your tongue walk
Barthelemy CPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWhere Are You?
John Morgan glared at the answering machine as it played the pre-recorded message once more. Hi this is Cindy. I’m not here to take your call right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.
Mark GagnonPublished 8 months ago in FictionDigital Dreams And Offline Wonders
In a world of screens and memes, we live, Where laughter's currency, we readily give. So let me spin a tale in rhymes that blend,
Ink MysticPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLOVE LOCKS part two
LOVE LOCKS …. part two …. They will Bind your Love – or will they? XO XO XO They were allowed one hour to say their “goodbyes” before the transport bus arrived to take all the enlistees to their base camp.
Margaret BrennanPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Hidden Library
In the heart of a quiet, unassuming town, there exists a hidden gem that stirs emotions and sparks the imagination of those fortunate enough to stumble upon it. The Hidden Library, as it is affectionately known, is not a place of mere books and manuscripts, but a sanctuary for the soul, a repository of emotions waiting to be discovered.
chijioke PrincewillPublished 8 months ago in Fiction