Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes We carved our worlds in concrete squares with chalky hands and sun-bleached hair feet bare or scuffed in worn-out shoes
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my forty-fourth piece inspired by Angie's work, and I am grateful that she has allowed me to do this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Just A Bee On A Flower The bee lands gently, not rushed, not frantic. Its tiny legs find hold on the soft petal. A moment held, quiet, almost still,
What I mean when I say: "Yeah, thanks...I'm fine" (and then, silent, again) **** * It's an easy answer to a question I believe, you don't really want to know the answer to.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
My pequeña hija, Princesa of the casa. She gives me amor, She heals my corazón, She takes away my dolor. She is dulce like miel,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.
By Rayyan Joseph 8 months ago in Poets
In the garden of life, where hearts intertwine, 🌱 Friendship blooms like a rose, so pure, so divine. Through laughter and tears, in joy and in strife, 😊😢
By Am@n Khan 8 months ago in Poets
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
Sex on the run She is his bitch, he’s her desire, A flame that flickers, fueled by fire. They hide away from prying eyes,
The story teller in Wales ‘Twas in the mountains high in Wales, an old man lived who told fable tales. With crooked pipe and knotted cane,
I feel the fatigue as you pull out a smile and put it on I smell the sweat of fear and doubt as you try to suppress it I defend you in rooms where you are not present
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets
