A blossom tree starts as a tiny seed which grows into a baby, then a child, and finally an adult. The tree has to be watered to grow before it blooms,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Colorful fields bloom Purple, pink, white, and blue In springtime gardens they rise amidst a backdrop of green. Leaves and grass setting the stage
By E. C. Mira2 years ago in Poets
Heaven and Earth collide In moonlit gardens Starflowers gleam White petals glow An embodiment of celestial dreams
Vibrant rays of sun descending from above Birds and insects all around fill the air with joyful sounds
Have you heard the saying? If you want to go far, go together and if you want to go fast, go alone. I have deliberated on this for quite some time and have come to the conclusion that I prefer the quote:
By Cilian Murphy2 years ago in Poets
Mother, I am but a fragment of you, A cloth longing to imbue a different hue, A caged bird yearning to soar free, Uncertain whether I'm the black swan or the white.
By Wishorizon762 years ago in Poets
My name is Life. I live under a bridge. I eat from the dustbins. I'm always asking for money. I stand by the robots. I'm always asking for food from every car that passes.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Once a lie is always a lie that is created by the truth of the mind. Holding in one thought will always lead to a lie, open with a thought in mind.
By Loophen2 years ago in Poets
you burn hot as wire your edge constructed to show you are anybody not you would never approve of // you wear your angst to shield
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
In the unfolding tapestry of spring, tulips stand tall among the green bold strokes of color painting the canvas of waking gardens,
in hopeful light of spring's first dawn, morning dew whispers to the waking crocus, take me back to rumors of a thawing earth,
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
