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Lighthouse
Lighthouse By Laura Brady DePace The lighthouse flashes: Light, dark, Light, dark, In the distant night. Its beam steady,
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Poets
Ticking Clock
Tick-tock, I whisper, a relentless refrain, A steady drumbeat echoing through the vein. I am Time, the sculptor, etching lines on your face,
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
Gentle Moonlight
In the whispers of the night, Where stars adorn the velvet sky so bright, I find solace in the embrace of time, As life's melodies weave a sublime rhythm.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
Embracing the Essence of Humanity
✍🏻Someone's ___!! Most useful asset ___!! A head full of knowledge is not ___!! Rather ___!! Heart full of love __!!
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
My Puppy Dog
In a cozy corner of the world so snug, Lives a furry friend, my little puppy dog. With eyes so bright and tail that wags,
By Brenda Fluharty2 years ago in Poets
It Just Seems ColderThough
Winter is sneaky. I washed, folded and packed up all my fleece blankets, when the nights got warmer and the days got hot. Two days of frolicking in shorts and a tank top, taking photos of the pretty weeds to remember them by, after I mow their cute little selves down with the mower.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Ordinary Magic
I appreciate a good magician Fellow storytellers Dealing artful fabrications Hidden up their sleeves Captivating the senses
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
No Más Palabras
No Más Palabras Te vemos siempre. We see you always. Behind your disingenuous smiles and laughter, we see the webs you have spun.
By H. J. Levon2 years ago in Poets
Sunny Days
blue skies create a flurry of activity alpine skiers on the Mountain cyclists and motorcyclists racing the sun enjoying the brilliant brightness of the daystar’s glare
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The Valedictory of a golden beach. Top Story - March 2024.
On a warm evening, a boy about nineteen, on a broken canoe, was enjoying the beauty, of the last dive of the sun.. Then suddenly,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
The Embers Glow
Ash falls softly, a curtain of grey, Where once a fire roared, vibrant and gay. Chimney weeps, a mournful sigh, Smoke trails upwards, a tear in the sky.
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
Open doors
Open doors bring opportunities, but closed doors hide the future for us, In the threshold of what might be, a world of chance awaits without a fuss.
By “M”2 years ago in Poets