1880 Worn Hands and Poverty Dawn breaks cold on a house too small, Five mouths to feed, no rest at all. Three jobs waiting, no time for tears,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
I once had a home Where they said they loved me. "I was the king of the house," they claimed, And they loved to play with me.
By Alain SUPPINI12 months ago in Poets
Sharing one heart to another heart Love forever.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
Valentine's the day they say is for love and friendship allowing for all sorts of feelings actually letting a loved know how you feel
Oh, that cookie crunch, as well as that gooey caramel all covered in chocolate and when you take that first crunchy bite I swear I can feel my smile a mile wide.
Primary colors we all remember two funny characters we all come to love or hate all those flavors from plain to peanut to peanut butter to caramel
Early Life and Background Diaz's upbringing in the Mojave Desert significantly influences her poetic voice. Growing up in a family deeply connected to Mojave traditions and languages, she was immersed in the narratives of her ancestors. However, her journey also involved navigating the challenges of being an Indigenous person in contemporary America, a theme that often surfaces in her poetry.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
I kiss the outline of your memory part of you, you've left behind I miss you beyond any degree held for you, here, in my mind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Love yourself as another, as you love them all, love the microbes, and the plants, and the animals, even all people,
By DaMaGe 12 months ago in Poets
Love yourself as another, as you love them all, love the mountains, love the valleys, love the plains, love the seas,
The air is thick, the lungs grow weak, A silent killer, sly and sleek. A single spark, a cloud so gray, Another life drifts far away.
By The Best12 months ago in Poets
If your love for me was made of stars, I'd have ten galaxies to my name and counting. If your love for me was an ocean, It would be unending and unfathomable.
By Call Me Les12 months ago in Poets
