The sun falls on my face Treats the grass and trees, treats the snowy winter Treats a person who lives in the cold
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Oh, boundless sea, your waters so pure and clear Your gentle waves caress the shore with tender care Your mysterious charm
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
I don't have a compass You don't need a compass Clouds are on the horizon The unknown can be glorious Uncharted destinations ahead
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Love is a challenge. If we don't live it with the right person,. With every moment, there are ups and downs. In every moment, there is love for each other.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
It's sad that I'm left alone. Thinking about you brings tears to my eyes. We were a small, new family. With bright future plans.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
The Knock of the Heart In the mirror, a stranger stares back eyes lined with the weight of surmise a mask of confidence, a practiced smile
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Poets
Memories, like a ticket a vessel to traverse They carry me on a journey back and forth, in reverse Through moments etched in time
In the realm of rain's gentle embrace I find solace a tranquil space Its rustling whispers a flowing river's song Guide me from the past
Membrane that was; \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Membrane protecting; \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Membrane once pure, Since thinned by betrayal unseen , and strained to its Might; By power amassed; And yolk contested; ; It's shell contorted;
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man2 years ago in Poets
I still know you, even if we don't talk much. I still get to show you pictures of the frogs I pass, I know what makes you smile,
By Alyce Willow2 years ago in Poets
It's late. A young girl sits wild eyed and skittish on her bed. She is jittery and stressed. Hi… I have this feeling in my stomach where everything…everything I see isn’t right. I know you think I’m paranoid or crazy…but…I can’t help it. It’s there. I can feel it tightening and it’s like everything I look at is just a pointless waste of space that could be listening to all your thoughts.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
BIG VIC, LITTLE VIC DINNER IN HOLLYWOOD 1980S. REMEMBERING MY POPPA BIG VIC Today is Father’s Day, June 16, 2024. My poppa passed away September 21, 1996.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
