Mother Nature's Embrace In verdant fields where wildflowers bloom, With gentle hands, she crafts each room, A tapestry of green and gold,
By Arif Ali2 years ago in Poets
Up and down the aisles we race, Through the humble dollar store. On a hunting spree, my siblings I chase, As our shoes slide 'cross the floor.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
When the lunch bell rang, I would run to her house, just down the street, boots flying, as fast as I could go. Nan would help me off with my coat and shoooosh me into the kitchen. Where the table would be set for me - just so.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
I feel drained today. I felt okay yesterday. Today there is a multitude of issues, Enough to use a tissue To cry But why
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Why are you afraid to go Why are you scared to fly Life is meaningless if you are alone in the dark Hiding yourself can be suffocating in the end
By Air Emory2 years ago in Poets
Making the dry, pale, brown, drained fields, bloom with the softest touch of, raindrops and breeze, you arrive cheerfully,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
“Our Father who art in Heaven” our family recited on the drive to 7-Eleven. As I age, the distance of time wrought my memory,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
There are things I'll never give back. Things I'm meant to keep, like this little tear in my heart caused,
By Sandra Matos2 years ago in Poets
C upboards in Nanna’s kitchen, just out of reach, H ands held out - cupped at the ready. O h how I did anything for those
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
I remember sitting at my desk as the teachers droned on Excited to go home, thinking it can not be to long. The bell finally rung and out the classroom I ran
By Kyle William2 years ago in Poets
It was difficult to pick a favorite snack for me I called a brother and talked to my hubby It appeared easy for them as it was clearly
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
You’re our mama, our beautiful mama. You’ve made us happy throughout our lives. With gentle words and loving hands, You’ve helped us shape our paths.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Poets
