Run out of time and into the negative space between moments. The trees seem to vibrate into our past, as if effects create causes.
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Poets
Legacy. It is a word that I think about often. What is it? How does One Create One? Why is it that We Seem to be Obsessed with the Idea?
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)6 months ago in Poets
The Cat Shat in My Shoe The cat shat in my shoe not the corner not the litter tray not the garden like cats are meant to do
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Dog Pissed on My Bed The dog pissed on my bed not the floor not the rug not the spot by the door but the bed Right where I lay my head
Blue Bells in the Woods Blue bells in the woods don’t sing for the lost they don’t hold hands or promise peace They just ring
Every Summer Has to End eShe laughed in gold, barefoot on the quiet lane, hair a tumble, voice like heat, calling my name again
Laughing, Hugging, Holding hands, Crying tears, No longer there, It's been forty years. You kissed me as we walked,
By Carol Ann Townend6 months ago in Poets
From the very beginning I was a no one wandering through existence with no resistance ~ It was all just as so
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
in search of peace and solitude wander off the beaten path get lost in the luscious land drink in the intoxicating fragrance of the ripened produce
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
Stiff at first leading to faltering wobbly stances falling out of choppy uncertain spins 𖨆♡𖨆𖨆♡𖨆𖨆♡𖨆𖨆♡𖨆 The only path to
Homonyms sound the same But their meanings split And so did we ~~~~~ You opened the window Called out like you cared But when I came
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran6 months ago in Poets
No One but You I don’t cry for you now not like I did at first when she walked in smiling wearing my perfume You held her hand
