Welsh Costumes where stories bloom, Welsh costumes shine, dispelling gloom. Bright red skirts that twirl and sway,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
P: Why are you here? [He blinks at me with the obsidian bubbles flanking his fleshy, flaccid proboscis.] P: Are you here to heal her?
By Wen Xiaosheng11 months ago in Poets
The daily wage.... He is tall and handsome He has no shortcomings He is young He has good strength
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Door wide shut The mare, that lay lame, Flogged mercilessly, Escaped the hot griddle, So gangrene set in. Supporting its blood-life,
By Paul Beckett11 months ago in Poets
stirring the cauldron with the sky and the universe inside sleepless nights and cold showers to wash away the desire the boyfriend becomes the boyfoe
By ⸘jason alan‽11 months ago in Poets
They all need something from me. And I start with so much I want to give. A hug and a kiss and, “I love you.” A tug on my clothes and,
By Abby Griffin11 months ago in Poets
A ship without oars… The sails are torn.. The ship without oars is sunk… And soon the sun is dark…. Feeling great sorrow….
Oh darling, my love, my crispy delight, In a world full of sauces, you're my perfect bite. Through thick and through thin, through hunger and strife,
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
At Birth: A commodity shaped by parental pride. ~ At Adulthood: Abandoned for less weighty, material possessions.
By Amber Allehoff11 months ago in Poets
The master did not come He left in the morning and night He left with his head in his hands He left me hanging from the pole
The moment I knew I was being watched You told me it was true It wasn't the first time… I obviously believed you Terrified
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
"Yavahan" - Not for my gold. Put out the fake teeth like a cocoon Exploding like a quarry in the middle of the day
