Happiness If falling in love descents into "just loving" and "love" changes slowly into friendship Butterflies in your belly draw in their wings,
By Bea Van Der Hoekabout a year ago in Poets
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Look within: the man is his inner self with beauty and home of its own. All done your romping days. It is time to face home.
By Winnilaylaabout a year ago in Poets
Everybody grows up. Aging is inevitable, an unchangeable thing. There are different things that adulthood brings: bills, responsibility, work... children perhaps.
By Latoya Giles about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When all the world has dimmed its light, There lies a voice, soft and true, Whispering what we all must do.
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
We start in innocence, pure and bright, Eyes wide open to the light. But as we walk, the road does turn, With every lesson, every burn.
A moment here, a moment gone, In the blink, in the yawn. We grasp at time, we clutch, we hold, Yet it slips like grains of gold.
In the rhythm of the earth, We find our joy, our pain, our mirth. From birth to death, the cycle spins, Each ending marks where life begins.
Threads of gold and threads of gray, Woven through our lives each day. Moments fleeting, moments still, A tapestry we slowly fill.
* If tomorrow starts without me Am I stuck in yesterday Will the past be all I see Will I have seen my last today
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
She who whispers into the wind, a new song dripped in gold laying in a field of roses, delights in the splendor of new flavor.
By Jennifer Davidabout a year ago in Poets
*Extreme trigger warning, animal murder. Do not read further if that bothers you.* You had green feathers and you were so small.
By Rabbitabout a year ago in Poets
