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Midheaven
Walking, Soaring Through cotton clouds Where the sun and the moon meet For their battle to rule Over the sky,
By Ava D. 2 years ago in Poets
The Evening Ball
Dim sunlight In the middle of the dark; Silhouettes of tall trees Open their arms in awe Of the splendid night sky,
By Ava D. 2 years ago in Poets
Words Left Unspoken
Hello My Sweet, The chances of me ever being able to say these words out loud to you, are almost slim to none, so I'm putting them in this letter. Maybe you'll read them, maybe you won't, but at least I'll know I tried to tell you.
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
Reflection in the Window
"How far do you want to go with this?" "Not yet, don't say anything yet." "I don't think it works for somebody else...I mean, Gary and Celeste...what do they know about anything?..."
By Lars Knutson2 years ago in Poets
Winds of Home
I remember the winds of home most of all, the constant breeze blowing in from the Gulf. They'd arise with the dawn, swirling and eddying throughout the day, forming dust devil vortices of the powder fine sand atop the loamy soil.
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Menace in the Uwharries.
Angry spitter, thawed from ice or awakened in a lightning storm. No one knows; no no one survived
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets
What Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
By Sofia Loren Perez2 years ago in Poets
Ancient Echoes
In towering canyons, I now roam, A relic from a distant home. Amidst the city's ceaseless throng, I am the echo of a primal song.
By J.B. Rage2 years ago in Poets
For the Love of Life, Live. Top Story - May 2024.
Life is a once-ever opportunity. How close to death do you need to get before you understand? Life is a once-ever opportunity.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
Follow your love
We live, and we love. With each passing day, I love it more. With each passing month, I become more in love. With each passing year, I will never stop loving.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
The Lull
She lays her head on her pillow and flips her hair up and over the back of it. She stares at the cornflower blue wall as if it will bring Him back , and as she drifts off to sleep, He comes.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
One Melody With Two Heart Pulses
There are no tears left to cry All that was felt and said has become oblivion There are no scars left to hide All the hurt and agony has been imprinted onto the mind and traced down by the heart
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets