The poem to Be Remembered This is the one, the poem of all, It rises, it echoes, it breaks through the wall. A force that calls, a truth that stirs,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Broken Between one second And the next Tick Tock Tick Tock As though through a screen Every person that you’ve seen
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
The Grumpy Old Woman Who left the door open? Were you born in a barn? Don’t you dare set foot on my freshly mopped floor!
The Grumpy Old Man There’s a man on the corner, all furrowed and grim, With a frown so intense it could darken the dim. He mutters and grumbles, a storm in his chair,
I spend a l to of time by myself Hoping, wishing, wondering Looking outside my window watching time pass me by Rocking in my chair as musical sounds float in the air for my ears to catch
By Naomi Landsabout a year ago in Poets
I will be the first to admit, I have problems writing about Nature, Animals and pretty soft whimsical things. I write of loss, love, depression and such intensely deep emo type things. So here's an attempt:
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of winter’s gentle breath, Time slows to cradle snowflakes—soft, profound, Like fragile wishes, they drift and caress
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Poets
December drapes the earth in frosty veils, Each breath a whisper, a softly spun tale. The snow dances lightly, in pirouettes divine,
From their last breath, holding hands at death, This husband and wife who fought much in life. For he was a gambler,
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
I met the world outside the womb And in my heart I felt the beat Took off my shoes and walked with whom? A little squirrel next to my feet
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Fussy? Pfft, I am the very definition of fussy, I love my own company, value my peace, Adore the freedom I have to do what, whenever I like,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
**The Weight of Silence** In the quiet of the night, I lie awake, The world outside asleep, but my soul does ache.
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
