I see shadows wander in the moon’s soft glow, a house I’ve stayed in, where whispers flow. Its timbers creak with mournful sighs,
By Lillyabout a year ago in Poets
I know I made a mistake of setting a boundary in a friendship that is meant to be free flowing. I'm not allowed to eat without the nutrients
By Miss Riggieabout a year ago in Poets
It's just a broken door. It's really not that bad. I mean, it still opens and closes, you just need five times the strength you used to if you want it to actually move.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Love cannot depreciate; only grow. Love cannot divide; only multiply. Love cannot be taken; only given. Love cannot be stolen; only returned.
By Emily Dickersonabout a year ago in Poets
I am standing at the edge of a mountain, feeling the weight of every peak I’ve ever climbed. But why does the view feel empty?
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
Was it always this way? The wind carries my questions like loose threads from a tattered sleeve. I reach— (but what am I holding onto?)
I am the last to know but the first to tell, A stuffed animal sitting on the shelf Perpetually out of rotation, yearning for the bed.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
I see the land where the ocean sings where the palm trees sway and sunlight clings. I see myself in Hawaii's embrace, a soft, tranquil sandy beach, a cherished place.
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
As soon as she heard the crinkling bag She raced to my side, sniffing the air Sitting pretty, her paw touched my leg Sadly, she watched as I took the first bite
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Drip drop, pitter-patter, sounds echo memories frozen, former, latter— I feel the storm calm on my skin, heaven's precipitation soaks me, denim sticks and takes root, and I win.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction Five words in a tautogram for Hearing, Seeing, Touching, Smelling and Tasting The music is "Senses Working Overtime" by XTC
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Love is in every heart. Love is in every person who believes in love. Never stop loving. Never stop saying that love is the road for eternal love.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
