When the sunlight hits your eyes just right I can see the streaks of green in your perfectly hazel eyes Watching you work, my eyes always go to your arms
By Mercedes Chavezabout a year ago in Poets
Into The Depth of Darkness Into The Depth of Darkness time does not exist beyond the stars and the light is brighter behind the veil
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
no sequence to memories, some lived and some mythologized in time i wonder if Olympus is next door to Valhalla in some unknown metaphysical corner
By Lars Knutsonabout a year ago in Poets
Mythological primordial spring of time Love’s twist spun from Father Sky and Mother Earth Herald of season's wonders and bright sprites
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
Born of aborted dreams, Never to be realized, a panorama of opportunities unseen Vistas of challenges vision born, vision of nothing, until brought into being
By Mindy Reedabout a year ago in Poets
PANTERA from June2015 Panther quiet.. Smoother than silk on oil. Your hips move in glorious fascination, Mesmerizing in your milieu..
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Screw the subtitle. I just started typing and hoped the words on the screen would be at least semi-coherent. Which they are, semi, so they get to stay.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
I want to understand Please, help me to understand One. Years wasted, little to no love shown, never there when you needed her most. This was the one you chose forever with, but she committed the ultimate betrayal.
Oh wow, She is so pretty! Her hair looks amazing, I wonder what shampoo she uses, I should pick up some more shampoo soon,
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Poets
Damn, I am here too early! Water ceremony is in one hour I had to leave the house surly hubby was sleeping and our agreement is I will let him!
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
