And Then There Were None: My all-time favorite mystery. // Beyond Possible, memoir of a Nepali mountaineer: Most life-changing. //
By Maureen Y. Palmer2 years ago in Poets
A sigh she is, trickling fronds over the lilies white By the brook she stands, a figure lean and slight Can you hear the breath of her, her whispers in the wind?
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Poets
At any time, one may become a poet creating scenes that deliver a new way to engage the senses, freeing the mind
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
At the pinnacle of change, Becoming a whole authentic being Challenges the heart and mind to engage in Deep reflection. Echos of past traumas are ghostly whispers of dead days, which
By Sherry Ryan2 years ago in Poets
Acknowledging Beauty Can be Different for Each person. For some, Genuine beauty Has to Include appearance. Justifying attraction as the
By Elizabeth Petit2 years ago in Poets
Arts. Blankets of beauty to be Consumed by all, yet, Doomed to fall. Enshrouding the broken and unspoken Founders: The artists, the actors, the authors.
By Megan Kingsbury2 years ago in Poets
i did but what if i didn't say hello because i lacked the courage and you left, laughing in some other woman's arms that cold December night
By Sara Little2 years ago in Poets
In the twilight shadows In the landscape of our dreams Hidden in the whispers That drift down on pale moonbeams We catch a fleeting glimpse
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Blue The sky, my jeans, the candy from Percy Jackson. The sky, the sea, a hazy Tuesday morning. A little after dusk, the chipped paint of a bathroom stall, the odd metallic blue of a puddle that seams it leads to other worlds.
By Harleen 🤎2 years ago in Poets
Question everything. Hold it captive. Scrutinize it from all angles. Seek Truth wherever it hides. Anything that is not Truth is a Lie.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Poets
Stephen Crane: A man said to the universe “Sir, I exist” “However,” replied the universe “That fact has not created in me
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Poets
My scent will entice you. My taste will bring you back. The more attention you give me, the higher I climb. And while you’re distracted by the things that make me appealing, I’m wrapping around you tightly.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Poets
