Introduction This is my first attempt at a Madrigal, and is and thank you to my Muse for the time and inspiration that she always gives me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets
The Glass Universe Inside this glass a world turns slow, with golden sparks and drifting stars. A tiny moon floats near a sun,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
I still remember when you said hi So many sparks in a blazing radiance Us coming together was instantaneous Just like moths drawn to a flame
By Michelle N2 months ago in Poets
I used to hand my trust out like free samples, tiny paper cups of myself at every table. The first betrayals should’ve been enough,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
“As long as we’re breathing it’s not too late to change your story.” Every day we are alive is an opportunity to ‘write a new page’ in our lives.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
You didn't ruin my life or save it, You just handed me small moments like loose change you found in your pockets. I remember the way you peel oranges,
1. Do not call anyone more than twice. 2. Do not be more friendly with anyone than necessary. 3. Do not give knowledge without being asked.
By Sudais Zakwan2 months ago in Poets
degenerates of the crags and the coves we spoiled at the sunless feet of redwoods . a churning bazaar of golden slugs our slow and sour stripping
By Sean2 months ago in Poets
A curse on your Isle Of lochs and cliffs Outlander remains My shameful fantasy ~ Though I would Touch the rock For a ride through time
By Aspen Marie 2 months ago in Poets
Today was cold The heating bust A pipe burst I wonder If the temperature Is cold There Where you are I saw a tree You'd turn it
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is a sonnet about the Moon and her Sister enjoying their company in the night sky, inspired by this beautiful image I found in Debbie's Magical Brew on Facebook here:
First Love, Last Breath My first love taught me how fire feels, the kind of heat that lives under the ribs. It burned bright,
