Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Frost on the window pane This can only mean one thing Time to hear the sleigh bells ring; Let the holiday season begin! *
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Poets
The snow fell outside like thick blankets of white, I had never seen snow before, it was such a beautiful sight. My mother said "just stay in our yard today to play and whatever you do, do not venture away."
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
Mistakes made. Mistakes forgotten. When unrequited love on both sides because requited is amazin. Love finds us again, and thats all that matters.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)about a year ago in Poets
Tomorrow, a new bird and Everything's expect. Exciting, but Necks. Free words... The usual word. Starts today with
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
In the early morning sun, When summer’s beauty is undone, Frosted dew clings to blades of grass Turning each footfall into a crunch on glass.
By Callum Summersabout a year ago in Poets
The Spirit of Christmas Beneath the frost of December’s chill, Lies a warmth that the heart can feel. A season of joy, a time to share,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Catered champagne and caviar themed getaways, out on the coast Family flown in from afar gathered around to make a toast
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
like the buds on the trees they grow wild, like weeds absorbing all that you feed until they can meet their own needs all the seasons in life
Your mother gave birth to you on the day when visions came true The pains were alleviated by her arrow And you found in your mother's lap the best shelter
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Snowflakes fall on winter’s night, The world aglow with soft candlelight. Stockings hung, a tree adorned, In the warmth of love, hearts are warmed.
By Frances Ikengaabout a year ago in Poets
The world turns white with a whispered sigh, A hush falls beneath the silver sky. Frost-kissed branches in crystalline lace,
By Jinnahabout a year ago in Poets
