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The City that Never Left
I close my eyes, and you come alive, Vivid sceneries of a place where I used to thrive. Never did I know you'd be called home,
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
Layers of Thanksgiving
Things That Mean Thanksgiving Is Near Rustic gold-trimmed turkey designed plates Pinecone and dried leave decorations Collecting Thanksgiving recipes
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
No Density
Ah... filled cites a release. An innocence, which really Didn't do anything drastic. In the beginning, maybe it A "densifulness" society.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Love rain for white clouds and black clouds in the sky
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi The sun shines in the sky, It will rain heavily! At night the sky is visible, Dark clouds will appear!
By Sanjeevi Kandasamyabout a year ago in Poets
When Doorbell Rings!
Ding-dong—who’s there? Footsteps vanish in thin air. Little feet sprint, laughter flies, A mystery left in disguise. Ding-dong, a second round,
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Something Else?
someone once asked me are you a man or a mouse the answer would depend entirely on the type of cheese on offer this was supposed to be
By Brenabout a year ago in Poets
The River of Life
Let it go, And let it flow– Your light and creativity, We’re here to glow! We’re here to live, Learn and forgive, Existing together
By Roxann Drakeabout a year ago in Poets
A.L.F.
Arriving hungry Lighting our lives with laughter Feline devourer Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Beyond
Soaring through the sky to the heavens up above catching the moonlight.
By Just Danielabout a year ago in Poets
Calorie Counting
Counting calories, what a chore, I see that pizza, I want more! One slice, two slices, oh what a mess, My jeans are tighter, I must confess.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Man of Sky
Some folk think a fowl Others ponder an aircraft Nay, 'tis Superman
By Raine Nealabout a year ago in Poets
When a Saint
When a good Is a good For good. When he or she walks the earth In shiny armors. Who passes rays To everyone
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets