Kinmel bay in Rhyl Where golden sands and skies unite, Kinmel Bay basks in soft sunlight, A coastal charm, both wild and free,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Tom Jones And Peter Kay My Dinner Dates In a cozy corner with a table spread wide, Marie 381 UK, filled with joy inside,
Once upon a time, deep in a forest during nighttime, a cute fluffy bear, was Christmas decorating his lair. The icy silver sky blew,
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Two days, five hours—feels like years, missing your laughter, drying my tears. Who’ll raid the fridge and sneak out late?
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Those innocent smiles, keeps our hearts warm, that blooms our hearts with joy. Those innocent smiles, lights the candle of our hearts,
By Neethyabout a year ago in Poets
The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Witch's Tender MagicYou might as well call me a witch,The broom, my trusted friend and guide,And pots that sing as I hum low tunes,Wishes stirred with the evening tide.
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
For father's sake Sake. Sweet, soothing sake. I soak in it. It stings the slashes in my skin like it stabs at my tongue. Father, why have you forsaken me?
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Welcome Home Welcome Home Welcome Home for dinner Each of us been gone so long Mama says we’re looking thinner And in this special festive time we welcome loved ones
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
I wake up in the sparesome light I see your face, enjoy the sight My hand on your chest goes up and down You will always be my prince wearing his crown
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
With bubbles unique, And noticeable arms; Strange Them... bursted because see. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The world says I should be weary, that the weight of this life should bend my back and break my spirit. But they don’t know us,
By Erin Perezabout a year ago in Poets
