There are many happy places in my neighborhood. One is on a high ground: a wooden bench near a strawberry tree hedge,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Oh so now we know just who you are You oh-so-godly angels from afar Providers of encyclopaedia so great It rivals its Hitchhiker's Galactica mate
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a month ago in Poets
A melange of colors and shapes A magnificent mosaic we all unite to create The rainbow of soul, the art of humanity Filling the shelves and walls
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
I carved with love, my name, into that bark like I was leaving a tattoo The ones I also etched into my heart Root to stem it played a part
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
My Old Town I went down for a look around But nothing could be found Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked around
By Christopher Beardabout a month ago in Poets
Murdering Cheese It wasn't with ease Nor was it to please At any time it could make you sneeze Moved by the slightest breeze
“The poinsettia, with its vibrant red bracts, is a reminder that even in the cold of winter, nature finds a way to warm our souls.” — Anonymous
Brittle bitterness bending a biased blind bitch’s beliefs into blatant blasphemy decimating my daughter with devious deceptions,
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Tinsel & ornaments, Lights and presents abound, All around a tree. **** Oh, the colored lights ablaze and twinkling on
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Poets
when we take the car I look out the window when the hills roll past these waves of roasted seaweed with chunks of salt fold!
By Thomas Bryantabout a month ago in Poets
“The Moment I Realized I Was Holding On to a Life That No Longer Fit Me” There’s a strange kind of pain that comes from outgrowing a life you once prayed for.
By abualyaanartabout a month ago in Poets
Will I recover from these villanelles? It’s too soon to know; Only time will tell. It’s like being trapped in a prison cell—
