A bowl full of letters brothy and warm curing the soul down to the bone Enjoying the alphabet from A to Z gathering of figures
By B2 years ago in Poets
In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew, There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue. Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
In the depths of darkness, a light did shine, Lost love, a treasure once thought mine. Through storms of sorrow, my heart did roam
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
There was a dark chocolate on Monday A milk chocolate with white chocolate on Tuesday and a milk chocolate on Wednesday.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Above all, there have always been flowers Lilies, roses, clovers, and buttercups And I miss the sights of them well Pretty colors, buds the size of teacups
By Sylvia Rogers2 years ago in Poets
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
There once was a person who said "Every word that you've written I've read!" When challenged on this, He was clearly remiss:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Steak is for breakfast Paxton is so fun, no jest he likes steak the best. ~ Dinner was so fast Steak at the firehall last
In your presence, my dear, A radiant glow appears, crystal clear. For when I glance your way, I find, A burst of sunshine, warm and kind.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
In India's land, where colors dance so free, There lies a festival, full of glee. It's Holi, dear friends, a riot of hues,
A passionate woman, don’t you agree? I am the maestro orchestrating her career There will be hell to pay if she turns on me
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
