Flowers are blooming Trees are budding their colors Walking into Spring ******************** Flowers in full bloom Trees are all colorful buds
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I LOVE A.I.” “A.I. IS A TOOL NOT A COPYCAT” THIS IS 2024. LET’S GO THE STORM TOGETHER AS CREATORS EMBRACING TECHNOLOGY.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
O spirit, take me to that holy place That wonderful site Across from the rivers of tears of sorrow of despair. Bring me to its golden shores
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
The music isn't as harsh as it should be And the grating flavor of the Marlboro Reds are sweet Besides the fizz of Cherry Monster,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Don't remember, when I started, feeling you, anyway, there's no need, to think about it, as I feel you right now, so my precious wind,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
SOLDIERS MOMENT/ SOLDIERS LAMENT written 10/20/2016 How long have I lain here..? Am I really dying? Not more than a few minutes' worth..
By Victor Mendez2 years ago in Poets
Either way you look at it, I may win or lose. This is simply my path. Will I be losing myself or finding myself? As I throw myself into my work
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Poets
Dance with me in the rain, We can change our clothes later. Let the raindrops soothe our souls. Kiss me ever so gently.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
You won the lottery I lost my legs I didn’t ask for this fate But I had no choice Every night was a reminder of the torture that would come the next day
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Seated on the crosswise bench the stately man chewing tobacco ogled and embarrassed my young and patient mother with my blanket drawn closer to me seated on mama's skirted lap
By Tracy Kreuzburg 2 years ago in Poets
I can't believe you'd leave me like this. Looking back on it all, I am left saying to myself: The fit just wasn't right.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
