Itβs Christmas morning, and the house is abuzz The tree sparkling, the gifts piled around * Everyone smiling as we rush down the stairs
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 months ago in Poets
The tree is lit, and the stockings are hung Though this year thereβs one less up on the wall * Your absence is felt every day, especially today
Surgery on a Friday I'm going along for the day My grandson broke his hand His mom will not be there and I will be a stand-in til she can be
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
There is no room for me here The walls are closing in No thought spared for me it is clear Trapped, though not locked in
By C Louise2 months ago in Poets
Like stars reflected in the water I gather you into my hands - that precious past since crystallized into remembrance; little lights flashing in my mind's eye, like fireflies at twilight's edge.
By Amanda Starks2 months ago in Poets
Long summer days. The world is golden And it teeters on the verge Of sweet crispness. Dust flies in a wild child's eyes,
By Rachel Deeming2 months ago in Poets
I own a jacket just for storms that start inside the phone, a second skin I keep for bad news, heavy and overgrown. It hangs beside the door like rain that never learned to fall.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Canβt replace
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Our kitchen is a harbor where the dishes learn to drown, a coastline built of chipped white cups and forks that face me down.
my wife started scrapbooking, collecting pictures from before us and since us and from now and from then and then gluing them in a spiral-bound sketchbook to
By kp2 months ago in Poets
Beneath this earth My roots abide They hold me firm through every tide π£π±π£π±π£π±π£π±π£π±π£π±π£π±π£π±π£ Through storms that bend
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take In laughter and love, joy and regret Seeds of the memories that we will make Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
