Where are my mud pies? I had them here a second ago. Crunched-up oak leaves as the meat, Slivers of yellowing birch as the cheese.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Open doors bring opportunities, but closed doors hide the future for us, In the threshold of what might be, a world of chance awaits without a fuss.
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
In the golden glow of the afternoon sun, A sweet temptation has just begun. With swirling loops of sugary delight, Jalebi, oh jalebi, a childhood's flight.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
In matters of the heart, it's quite the show, When feelings flow and hearts aglow. But if you break someone's heart in two,
In this world, differences abound, Why do we let hatred resound? What makes fear so pervasive in our hearts? Tearing us apart, keeping us apart?
By R.T. Garner2 years ago in Poets
One cold winter morn, I shuffled from house to car and car to the store. Down the isles I strode as I dropped items in the cart.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Poets
Saturdays A day of sports Juniors tennis in the morning Us kids hope we win Dragged to cricket or tennis On those precious afternoons
By Linda Bromley2 years ago in Poets
Once again, at this time of year, I find myself wishing you were here, and I feel like a whiny child.
By Sandra Matos2 years ago in Poets
"In the quietness of the nursery's gentle light, Where tender moonlight touches the infant's forehead bright,
By Test2 years ago in Poets
In the soft glow of the nursery, an unfolding tale, Where little fingers discover their grip without fail. A brave source of comfort lies in a thumb,
just about all i'd eat until the age of 9 was my Gran's grilled cheeses i'd stand beside her at the stove and she'd teach me how to make mine
By Justin Black2 years ago in Poets
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
